Unwrapped

fine, folded, fractal reveals her luminous heart unwrapped in the light nectar of a frilled bosom  offered, she fears not the sting . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Roses from my garden

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Gustatory

sheaves once billowing  on a downburst caress their collective seeds now bound . i am  the leaven i am in Love foot-free scarecrow  dancing on the wind . Photo: My meadow grasses © M.G. Iannucci 2017

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Irrepressible

indiscernible hands dictate the course  of my life, the cryptic determinism of inhabiting man-made mind forms. . the only choice – counter the push of the rains, eye-bright i respire and choose sky. . Photo: Bluets in my garden © M.G. Iannucci 2017

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A Picture…

“… is a poem without words.” – Horace

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If…

if… the word rose eloquently from the curl of your tongue. stumbling snow sphere on the steep slope of my harried blustering. mass and momentum  microburst, . blasting the future from my grasping hands. icy pyroclastic lightning struck me home, . home  to body-self, home to now, home to you, straddled not  saddled – time. […]

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