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Wonder
Ask a child, any child, what the difference is between Monday and Thursday? No matter how they respond, look them in the eyes and tell them how wonderful they are. Advertisements
Boy
I am a young boy, fated to innocence, walking through the lavender mist of Time’s softly slipped dream, every grain of sand a stitch in the marvel of kingdom’s comely veil.
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Tagged boy, dream, hymn, innocence, John Biscello, poem, sea, wonder, words
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Beginner’s Heart
I have spent so many years detailing and outlining and mapping out fractures, a pirate osteopath with a cartographer’s bent, and now, galvanizing a mutiny meant to take me out into uncharted waters, I see, beyond my terror of the … Continue reading
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Tagged beginner, child, dream, heart, John Biscello, king, poem, queen, soul, wonder
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Tend
To be given over, again and again, to amen, upon this earth, to bind renewal, through wonder tended, by savor’s witness.
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Tagged amen, John Biscello, poem, renewal, sacred, soul, spirit, witness, wonder
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I Don’t Know
After I love you the three most powerful and talismanic words in the language might be I don’t know, instant reducer of ego, canal-cleanser for deeper listening, ventilator of humility and breathing room, not to mention a reverential nod and … Continue reading
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Tagged dreams, I don't know, John Biscello, language, love, mystery, poem, wonder
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Gravity
The only voice of hers I know is in my head, frozen to an untouched form, lying, bedwarmed, in gravity’s stead.
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Tagged absence, bed, gravity, John Biscello, passion, poem, wonder
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Wonder
She wonders, nightly, nothing specific, just stray thoughts leaking old dreams. (Photo by Brassai)
Wonder
Ancestral traces of us, unbearably light– Infinite wonder.
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Tagged awe, Beauty, haiku, impressionism, John Biscello, painter, painting, poem, Poetry, Starry Night, Stars, vincent van gogh, wonder
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Tissue
After her heart fell to seed for the first time, the young girl wondered– How many tissues throughout mortal history had been used to absorb the world’s weeping, fragile, tenuous nets for dreams that slip through?
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Tagged dreams, heartbreak, John Biscello, love, nets, poem, Poetry, sadness, sorrow, tissue, weeping, wonder
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