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Tag Archives: Poetry
Perigee
Exultant, by virtue of perigee, fools and moons forever dance and flirt on the candied rim of eternity.
Minnows
Numinous slivers, minnows of wriggling light– how angels migrate.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angels, celestial, cosmic, Heaven, John Biscello, migration, minnows, numinous, poem, Poetry, sliver, wriggle
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Scorpion
Scorpion, who fears thy immortal symmetry imprinted upon a lidless void? Who dares tread upon your inky black trail of shelled pearls and amative resin? You, Sex, You, Death, You, primordial sleep and whipped wake of Pan’s ancient cloven song– … Continue reading
Crayfish
Crayfish, obsidian, antennaed, slick with frothy scum as you crawl up from the brackish rim of a forgotten pond, my heart recalls you as an ancient mystic, an oracle of medicine, who needs not license nor recognition to exact vital … Continue reading
Orphans
In all the children’s mouths, so many screamless nights amounting to timelocked dreams, adopting a feverish hue and deep freeze all at once, the birth of orphans who wander in fugues, haunting their own lives, seeking blessed reunion with who … Continue reading
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Tagged cave, cave-ins, creativity, dreams, exiles, faith, John Biscello, love, mercy, orphans, pain, poem, Poetry, rebirth, screamless, transcendence
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Balm
To write a poem that demands nothing from anyone else, truly asks for nothing, except to become, is the purest placeholder for the Muse’s proferred balm.
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Tagged art, balm, become, creatvity, dreams, John Biscello, Literary, Muse, poem, Poetry, profer, writing
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Supple
By exacting standards, I have held myself aloft, bated, the invocation to surrender, in bald tatters, now tags me to move, in rapport with grace, into suppler imaginings.
Wisp
Cherish, the tenuous fibers of stray leavings, angels lean on felled hearts to consecrate the wisps of ephemera.
Rare
This is how I grieve– words, pearlescent to glean, and bare, poured, like so much light, on petals bruised by touch and Beauty rare.
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Tagged Beauty, flower, grief, John Biscello, love, pearlescent, petals, poem, Poetry, sadness, sorrow, tears, touch, weeping, words, writing
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Shudder
By commonest savor, our tongues, twinned, have plunged brightly into moist nameless bits; our small histories rapt in lidless shudder.
