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Tag Archives: rain
Losing my Religion
Religion of rain, I prayed to get wet, and then entered her slowly.
How the Heart Rains
My heart, as a fool forever in love with love’s mercurial climate, does not beg for static coverage, or seasons to stop voicing their natural patterns, yet my heart, childlike in its prehistory, sometimes strives to alchemize the weather, to … Continue reading
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Tagged fool, heart, John Biscello, love, rain, soul, spirit, weather
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Glisten
It is hard to believe, but after years and years of clawing with bitten nails, and digging with torn palms, in the heart of a stone she found the babybluest wisps of cloud, soft nimbus music, to which she tendered … Continue reading
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Tagged dedication, gospel, John Biscello, love, poem, rain, rebirth, self, tribute
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N.
Sssshhh, gently now, gently, Love, the slippered guest, the tender trespasser, enters the house of wet leaves, softly, finger pressed to asking lips, no more questions, just this: the sound of rain, pealing, to bless storied thirst.
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Tagged dedication, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, rain, slippers, ssshhh, story, tender, whisper
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Easter
She, tender Sunday, wearing only beads of rain– her skin held the light.
Storm
At night, Rorschach wraiths, born of light’s role play with rain– Woman, wet, enclosed. (Photo by Anthony Distefano)
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Tagged anthony distefano, city, corner, haiku, John Biscello, New York, photo, poem, rain, rorschach, storm, wet, wraith
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Rain
Mist leavening mood, Noir, by any other name– In rain, lovers prey. (Photo by Anthony Distefano)
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Tagged anthony distefano, haiku, John Biscello, mist, mood, new york city, noir, photo, poem, rain
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Drizzle
Listen raptly to the furls of drizzle pecking upon thin glass, and you will come to know how close dreams are to trespassing rare intimacy upon closed worlds and distances.
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Tagged Beauty, bliss, devotion, distance, dreams, drizzle, inspiration, intimacy, John Biscello, joy, love, passion, poem, Poetry, rain, sadness, sorrow
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Lightning
your body, charged and opening, receives me in tenderest vein and history, recalling rain-faced flowers as petals glisten and bend.
