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Tag Archives: season
Room Service
Love, in its ripest season and deepest proof, does not steal or seize your breath, but rather brings more oxygen and room in which to breathe.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged breath, devotion, John Biscello, love, oxygen, poem, season, space, spirit
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Winter, a Love Story
Winter’s brides, wearing long white scarves of sleet and song, touching pale sky to blue lips, breathing memory and frost; their sorrow and spectral want grows hands that enclose me, a robust crush, matrimonial in its grip, until I am … Continue reading
Snowflakes
Dark holy silence, the fattest snowflakes are popes– no pulpit required.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cold, dream, frost, haiku, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, pope, season, snow, snowflakes, spirit, streetlamp, Winter, winter daydream, woods
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Snap
It was the cold snap of the glyphic branch that awakened him to the grave misunderstanding between fall and winter and the nature of dreams unlived.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged autumn, dreams, forest, John Biscello, nature, poem, Poetry, season, Winter, woods
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How Fall Happens
Plunging climate of needles and memory, a plaited sorrow. I listen, with mute intent, for the fetal cortege of leaves, turning then falling fast into the maternal crook of an outgoing wind.
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Tagged autumn, fall, John Biscello, Literary, memory, Poetry, season, sorrow
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