Thursday, 29 July 2010
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By Josie Di Sciascio-Andrews the dandelions have returned like a million little suns such childish diadems bursting yellow rays of joy on the dark fringed brow of green may grasses bitterly fragrant with the hope of seemingly empty space dark matter teeming with possibilities of renewal soon their thin petal strips will fall like short lived loves their orgasmic sun bursts replaced by downy puffs of seed haloes of a million tiny candles each homely flame an arrow sharp like truths behind all pleasures like children waiting to be birthed beyond the falling stars of lust burned off sparklers extinguished suns exchanging macroscopic incandescence for the small smoulderings of bloomlessness the uneventful life of ordinary days left over in spades of bitter foliage after the brief, bright joys the memory of them redeeming the rest of the mundane existence of the beautiless, rooted in the humble earth • Josie Di Sciascio-Andrews was born in Italy and came to Canada at the age of 13. She is a teacher by profession, but a poet, avid reader and appreciator of the arts by choice. Her poetry comes straight from the heart and paints vivid images of the special in the ordinary. Josie’s collection of poetry was published in a Chapbook entitled The Whispers of Stones. Her non-fiction book is entitled How the Italians Created Canada. |
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