Poetry by Joe Bisicchia

                          Anssi Koskinen CC



Hiding Below Hide

As we weave ourselves under cover, 
we bend toward the light,
each a bulb dreaming to go golden bloom
like the sun, our incandescence in a field
on this countenance with so much room.

So much room.

But, heavy the lids.
If only,
if only we might just let go and go bloom.

Soon, soon, we shall give in to what beauty is.
Yes, how lovely the afternoon when finally
shared eyes are upon our open eyes.

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Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, his works have appeared in numerous publications. His website is www.JoeBisicchia.com.