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Tag Archives: roots
Root Cause
The offshoots of roots spread everywhere under your feet. They are the architectural tentacles of a magnificent culture. Ground there. It is the tended prelude to most solid flight plans.
Roots
My heart, forever the weeded ace and wandering fool, scored to secret pines, sings of resident gloam pooled in that forest of backlit signs, which grows beyond its clipped horizons to invigorate departures, spurred by the genius of wordless roots.
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Tagged dream, expression, forest, John Biscello, love, pines, poem, roots, soul, spirit
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Fierce and Daisy
Among greengolden pastures, the fierce grew. Its plastic vampire teeth tore into the jugulars of bluebells, its molten leavetaking gave the earth scars and heartburn, and left the fresh grass in tears. The roots, understanding the nature of siege, its … Continue reading
Roots
Some launches do not require propulsion but rather firm solid rootedness to this floating world. (Photo by Anne Brigman)
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Tagged anne brigman, floating, John Biscello, launch, myth, nature, photo, poem, roots, sky, tree, woman
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Nymphlight
Uprooted, prevailing agony folds the pagan nymph to a distant within; her position, untenantable, will alter according to blood-new spates of reign, coursing undisclosed seasons. (Photo by Anne Brigman)
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Tagged anne brigman, John Biscello, myth, mythology, nature, nymph, pagan, photo, poem, rebirth, roots
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