Absentia

I feel you in your absence. A severed limb, A skipped heartbeat. Gone, like the blossoms of yesteryear, Slain by the violence of winter’s war. Yet, the feeling remains. You live in whispers, Abiding in echoes. The traces of phantom pain.   © Michael Iannucci-Berger

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Achaea

When I was young, I dreamed of swords and dragon fire. I dreamed a dream of ancient seas, Crossed by the oarsmen of the Achaeans. I dreamed of venturing across golden sands, To win untold glories. Yet as the waves roll, The years have passed on by. Now I dream a mightier dream, As Odysseus […]

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“Love does not alter the beloved, it alters itself.” – Soren Kierkegaard

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Isa

Trapped under the ice. A sea of waking glass. An ecstasy of motion, The universal touch. Jagged shores of time, Belaying the foundations Of the house of eternity.     © Michael Iannucci- Berger  

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Silence

The silence is dangerous. A deafening symphony of the void. Whispers of the places beyond time, Across a sea of stars, Darkly dreaming. Pin-pricks in the floor of heaven. Basking in the funeral pyre of creation, The magnum opus of ancient time.     © Michael Iannucci- Berger    

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Blossoms

Let the past go. The ashes of yesteryear, Washed away by the rains of spring. The thunder of artillery, The trappings of winter’s war, Rusted away in the barren places. Winter’s last gasp. Foundered around the rosy blossoms.     © Michael Iannucci- Berger  

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The Salt-Wife

All the tears in your eyes, The salt sea out to the horizon. A sky of charcoal, Waves dark as basalt. Of Hidden things, Mystery beyond time. The salt-wife weeps for the mariner’s passing, But it is he who sees beneath the veil of the waves.     © Michael Iannucci- Berger  

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