By Francis Scudellari

One lost, a-sea this eve,
In oddly imaged I,
Notions a waiting We,
Dreams other-existing …

Spirit swayed to eye land's
Bi-raised walls, cut-off With
Re-moat habited In
… My solitary keep

A-bridged message floats out
In bottled-up hoping
Two, seem-less simple words
Life re-leasing: "I'm here"

By Francis Scudellari

A thought berthed vague, airy
At first, wistful wanting
Up-drawn to feeling mist,
Diffuse-lit longing, cast
In sudden sight, condensed,
Tempered steel-gray vapors,
Once scattered, now recalled,
New culled from errant streams

Gathered droplets weighing,
Made dense, dark-lined cloud bursts
Again, cascades down words,
Feeds gurgling rivulets
Bubbles over rock beds,
Splits apart, diverted
To many pools, waiting
My next cyclic cleansing

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By Francis Scudellari

Time-tripped, my eyes stumble
In too wintry landscape,
Layers of sooty black
Piled on off-white leavings,
Mixed up-down icy grays:
Coal-slate sheeting skyward,
Once-salted tongues grounded
Become perilous slicks,
Pooled gobs of molten lead
Flash-frozen at mid creep

Fleeing, sore-sighted I
Prism-focus turn inward,
Conjure shocking new hues,
Mold robust, garish shapes
Minded primary paint
Blank-canvassed, pressed-tight flaps,
Dreamscaped memory pick
Out-of-season, myself
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