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Tag Archives: Poetry
Comeback
Everything we attempt and seal creatively, every last and first word completed, reigns as beautiful failure, a mortal short-hand and forger’s touching testament to the Source, rounding what dreams may come and fade and come again.
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Tagged art, beautiful failure, creation, creativity, dreams, failure, God, John Biscello, Poetry, self-expression, Source, writing, writing life
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Born in Translation
I sometimes think of writing as the vocational practice of learning to translate, with accuracy of spirit, the parts of me, unrecognized, unseen, unsigned, that echo from an intimately faraway hollow of interior space.
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Tagged creativity, John Biscello, passion, poem, Poetry, self-expression, the writing life, translation, verses, voices
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Song for the Meek
It has finally come, bearing a fount of bruised petals, blood-pink and white and reigning silvered silence, the year the meek inherit the earth, the plight of sensuous souls flown within to claim tenderest grace on loan from God’s rimless … Continue reading
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Tagged God, grace, John Biscello, meek, Poetry, rebirth, renaissance, romantic, romanticism, sensual, silence, spirit, words
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Woolf’s Bane
In honor of Virginia Woolf’s birthday. Through a glass, darkly, splitting of selves by prism– Wide berth for one’s I.
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Tagged birthday, John Biscello, Literary, poem, Poetry, tribute, virginia woolf, writer
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Narcissus: a Haiku Break-Up
It’s not really me, but more, well, I suppose you: nothing personal.
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Tagged break-up, comedy, haiku, John Biscello, love, myth, narcissism, Narcissus, Poetry, romance, tragedy
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Silent Night
The ongoing rabble and cinematic narrative in my mind is finding how nourishing and full and tender the heart can grow steeped in silence alone.
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Tagged Beauty, Cinema, devotion, dream, heart, John Biscello, joy, love, night, Poetry, silence
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Wellspring
Through the grace of repetition, the writing life grounded in the slow, wistful measures of wellspring’s fortune.
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Tagged art, dream, expression, fortune, grace, John Biscello, love, passion, poem, Poetry, writing, writing life
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Backroads
Traveling mapless backroads, I found heaven looking for me.
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Tagged backroads, destiny, guidance, Heaven, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, search, spirit, travel
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Ashes to Ashes
Out of the ash-heap, she imagined something new would emerge, but when the wind blew and scattered the ashes to reveal nothing but scorch-marks upon scarred earth, she understood, with a great sense of loss, that form followed function only … Continue reading
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Tagged ashes, dust, faith, John Biscello, life, phoenix, poem, Poetry, rebirth, spirit, wind, woman
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Cup
The simpling of the heart as it pours fast light into a rimless cup.
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Tagged cup, heart, John Biscello, Light, poem, Poetry, prayer, release, rimless, song, surrender
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