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Tag Archives: rose
Wonderwell
It is the supple mind, ripe with longing and a sense of wonder, that needs space to dream and marvel unfettered.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dreamscaping, John Biscello, poem, rose, space, The Little Prince, wonder
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First, Lasting
In the shrine that we build for first kisses, lies the furloughed still-warm lips of Childhood’s ghosts, forever puckering to seal love, airtight in its untold lore and claim to rose.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged childhood, dream, ghosts, John Biscello, lips, love, rose, tenderness
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Prelude
Small, slow kiss, followed by lips mowing soft petals– How to eat a rose.
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Tagged haiku, John Biscello, kiss, love, mowing, passion, petals, poem, prelude, red, rose, tender
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The lushest red rose, a fragile torch passed, to grace whatever comes next.
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Tagged Beauty, flower, grace, haiku, John Biscello, lush, Poetry, red rose, rose, spirit, torch
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Superstar
Baby, forget the petals, we’ll feed you thorns, you’ll be like Jesus Christ in black tights, a superstar in dark eye shadow, Joan of Arc with your own pop-branded stigmata, the world will adore you– What do you say? Will … Continue reading
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Tagged adore, Edie Sedgwick, fame, flower, haiku, Jesus christ, joan of arc, John Biscello, photo, poem, rose, thorns
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Braid
How quickly we forget the nearness of grief, and remember, with rated thorns, a past nettled to braid.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged ache, dream, grief, heartbreak, John Biscello, nettled, pain, past, poem, Poetry, rose, thorns
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Kiss
Among the feathery downs of dark, and silvery quiet, I find you, time and again, the filigreed stem of a lush red rose, a night kiss sealing air in shuttered mourning.
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Tagged dark, dream, filigree, heartache, John Biscello, kiss, love, love poem, mourning, rose, silvery, sorrow
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Rose is a Rose is a Rose
Enfolding vortex, chambers of rose burial– to die claiming love. (Kiss from a Rose © Harold Davis. Used with permission.)
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Tagged burial, death, flower, haiku, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, romance, rose, vortex
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Beckett’s Noir
Uprooted dark rose, growing cold in the shadows– Waiting for Godot?
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Tagged alley, dame, dark, femme fatale, haiku, John Biscello, noir, noir alley, poem, Poetry, rose, samuel beckett
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Roseblood
(In response to Tera Muskrat’s “Fiesta at the Siesta”) Homey fingerlock love & pop & play that blue fiddle, that funky music, brown & rightboy, know what ahm sayin–No, eh?–well what ahmn sayin is grace ten times over, 80-proof cuz … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, carmen, ekphrasis, fiesta, John Biscello, New Mexico, Poetry, renegade folk, rose, Taos, tera muskrat
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