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Tag Archives: Van Gogh
Bask
Every last star ghosts its own holy rapture– we, a part of, bask.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cosmically inclined, haiku, John Biscello, poem, Stars, starstuff is us, Van Gogh
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In Stars
Behind starry veils, embers crackle blue and gold– You were there, dancing.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dreams, haiku, John Biscello, love, nightscape, the secret life of stars, Van Gogh
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Claim
She, bidden by valid tense, unhooked a claim of stars, and lighted her grief, inverting the symmetry of arc.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged grief, impressionism, inspiration, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, Starry Night, Stars, Van Gogh
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Torch Song
The aureate secrets of silence, stuff stars are made from, and us, cocooned in gauzy slumbers, wink and blink and nod till well-scored we become cinders in a torch song, long-since faded.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged impressionism, John Biscello, Literary, night, Poetry, Starry Night, Stars, Van Gogh
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Van Gogh, Wheat Field
It is what you might call omen-brushed yellow, a virulent scare, its quotient graded just below dark, and subtly so. A sky raining crows, like a scandal of mustaches, or handlebar dissent. Yellow crosses daring a blight, or braving a … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged field, impressionism, John Biscello, Literary, omen, Poetry, Van Gogh, wheat, Yellow
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Cursive
Stars, ancient cinema illuminating a silent revival in cursive.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Cinema, Cursive, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, Starry Night, Stars, Van Gogh
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