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Tag Archives: sky
Twilight
Twilight is seductively meek. Every day, at day’s end, it inherits the earth through valentine quivers and softcore volitions of symmetry— the sky, at its supple mercy, bruises so easily, pale liminal purple adoring the tenderest wounds between lovers merging … Continue reading
Kite
If I were a kite, and you a cloud, I’d milk wind for a stolen kiss.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged clouds, haiku, John Biscello, kiss, kite, sky, wind
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Disco
Plum fresco at dusk. Shaghaired totems chill and wait. There will be dancing.
Nuptial
Splitting image, one sun mounts another, cradled in nuptial fire.
Shimmer
Light’s slow, basking crush on the sea’s shimmied wavelengths– A sunset affair.
Illustory
The sky, a photographic illusion, a veiled overlay, which the sun, in this starring instance, burns through from behind, creating a pinhole aperture through which one can vision proof of eternity, and its unending volumes of light.
Cinema
In a starless sky, night hastens to remind us– Ghosts pass softly, fade.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged fade-in, fade-out, ghosts, haiku, John Biscello, night, poem, sky, Stars
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Twine
Stars, numinous beads and cursive drag of ghostlight outerwear, how God models etheric bling, and jazz, to catch the breath and flammable fancy of lovers, innocent by turns, falling, softly, softly, in twining burning pairs.
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Tagged cosmos, dream, God, John Biscello, lovers, night, passion, poem, sky, Stars
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Pour
I get lost, looking, so much sky to soften course, so much light, slow poured.
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Tagged Blue, clouds, found, gazing, haiku, John Biscello, Light, lost, nature, poem, pour, sky
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Pulpit
At the true pulpit, Silence reigns, speaking volumes– To praise, we listen.
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Tagged badlands, bisti badlands, clouds, desert, God, haiku, John Biscello, New Mexico, photo, pulpit, sky
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