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Tag Archives: tree
Love and Death
The branch of the tree reaching down. It reaches down to graze the time-scarred headstone, to caress it. Could this be … a secret love story, a love story with no history, or with a cortege of history, spanning many … Continue reading
Nuptials
From the series, Japan Poems. Here, a plot of overgrown grass and conjugal motives– A desirously bowing limb decked out in pink and green, caressing the time-darkened stone of one who has passed from now to now-again… The enduring portrait … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged cemetery, grave, japan, love story, nature, niigata, Poetry, tree
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Elegy for the Living
From the series, Japan Poems. Out of the world’s slow unseen turning, a darkly candid limb photobombs the dead, en route to heaven’s extended mouth of silence– The living, below, crossing gravely their own secret vigils, never witness the lancing … Continue reading
Wonder
Each spring they return, bound to renew small wonders– Innocent by turns. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
Night Moves
Tree’s night-perm like fog, stars pining to get lost there– Long distance courtship. (Artwork by Georgia O’ Keefe)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged courtship, D.H. Lawrence ranch, Georgia O' Keefe, haiku, John Biscello, love, nature, New Mexico, night sky, painting, poem, Stars, tree
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Scale
Mountain, tree, small boy, scaling serene loneliness to a still center. (Artwork by Hiroshige)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, haiku, hiroshige, japan, japanese, John Biscello, mount fuji, mountain, nature, painting, poem, tree
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Candles
One for each of us, happy born-day, dear sister– Beyond human reach. (Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, birthday, candles, dorothea tanning, haiku, home, John Biscello, Light, poem, sisters, surreal, tree
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Roots
Some launches do not require propulsion but rather firm solid rootedness to this floating world. (Photo by Anne Brigman)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anne brigman, floating, John Biscello, launch, myth, nature, photo, poem, roots, sky, tree, woman
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Bough
Thick blossoms of snow caking the comb-teeth of pines– To rivet, chastely, sublime.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged chaste, John Biscello, nature, pines, poem, Poetry, snow, sublime, tree, Winter
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Musing
Birdless solitude, Winter’s song, slow, deep, solemn– Musing upon spring.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Andrew Wyeth, Artwork, birds, bones, cold, haiku, John Biscello, landscape, Muse, nature, poem, Poetry, pond, snow, solitude, tree, Winter, winter scene
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