Appreciation of Life as Story
the release of neutral buoyancy untangled from rubble awake amidst sleep traveling within the meniscus of being invisible to the unseeing kelp fronds streaming a swallow not a gull the role of my life’s destiny and i know after i picking the lock of an inner mystery i embrace a human consistency the creativity that gathers […]
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the punctuality of dreaming streaming versatility of being and we cease at the level of release as choice twirls the stem of longing on the arrow of its tongue ~ the stays of bindings canvas wrapped disguising the chest where persona is left dangling for the weaver’s play ~ and i say our names and watch them […]
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filigree spindles orchid etching on skin tender kin to fingertips that seek and slip behind a knee around a hip to visit branches and eves wisteria spun leaves a curl and twine canopy the calligraphy of ecstacy where you sign with a kiss above the valley below the mist ~ © M.G. Iannucci 2019 Artist […]
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find me among the lost art the rubbled refuged heart traced in a cryptic place from finish to start ~ waves that mark this clandestine face with the veiled lace of a ripened kiss the warp and weft quiver of your tender bliss ~ © M.G. Iannucci 2019 Art: “Weaving Lace Wings”, by Dorina Costas
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A droplet skims, knee to shin, the pristine captured in crystalline. The valley rumbles with the sin of decadence while goldenseal twines delicate feet in the shade of the canopy where I sleep. A flake slides the mountainside smooth white as thighs, and mosses spin rhizoids where I abide. The fissure where ancient glacial ice […]
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you return my words to me with a tenderly fingered whispered verse an unrehearsed surrendering this rendering of lip and tongue and love spun with arms and eyes that know of mine from the inside ~ for you wear me with gentility kissing and opening where love eases like smoke rings capturing a spacious essence […]
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move my medium with transducing signal slide space erasing tide a dimensional defy in consummate grasp and glide . © M.G. Iannucci 2019 Some things cannot be explained through space-time. Art: “Lovers” by Gina Signore
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i tuck my wings beneath the seams of indelicate triage a fuselage of time’s bounded barrage disparage at cost of trade beyond the parade of a rippled montage while we play charades with bombs and brigades ~ i have been sweetly remade by hands that assuage this voluptuous volumetric the balance of whispers in my […]
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a bonded beckon and i reckon to disclose my hollow exposed beneath the laden branch of the beaten auricle ~ and i sift the unlived where gift and forgive unsheath reason drift’s reach as the bleak surface tells tales of me a crescendo creature whose lacrimal bleeds soak the beads of despair ~ for my […]
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a riddled start the found art in the spark of reason within the creasing where your breath finds its purchase on the dust of my longing and i remain the mysterious as you abide in open stance a tender knowing awaiting the showing of my curtain call and i fall i fall into the tear […]
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