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Tag Archives: sun
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.
Trail
My stubborn when growing sawteeth fierce as fuck rails against the moon and sun and sea and me bracing that double-edged notion to have to hold in trying to shape the music of air into something that leaves behind a … Continue reading
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Tagged John Biscello, moon, poem, sea, Seethe, stubborn, sun, trail
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Mend
To possess, in eyes leveling a raised smolder, here, there are no rules or fences, only a blatant running of stitches to the sun’s sheerest mend.
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Tagged eyes, John Biscello, lust, mend, passion, poem, possession, stitches, sun
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Palms
Mercy Street runs lengthwise to the sun. Its soul, to orient, turns its nearest cheek to flaring palms.
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Tagged compassion, John Biscello, Light, love, mercy, palms, poem, Poetry, spirit, sun
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Bath
Sun, drizzling pink onto the rim of the tub– Lady, soaked, warms up.
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Tagged bathing, Beauty, drizzle, haiku, John Biscello, lady, poem, soaked, sun, tub
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Sun
One of those days, sun bathing in elliptical gold– No clouds to obscure.
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Tagged beach, elliptical, happy, John Biscello, joy, poem, poet, Poetry, sadness, sun, Sylvia Plath
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Sunflowers
Maned blessings of sun, honored by fugitive brush– Love’s feral design.
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Tagged Artwork, flowers, haiku, John Biscello, love, painting, poem, Poetry, sun, sunflowers, vincent van gogh
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