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Renato N. Mascardo, 23 november 2014

Exodus V

haiku

at 2 in the morn
a thought: without you my words
mere bricks without straw.

renato
sunday 23 november 2014

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Renato N. Mascardo, 23 november 2014

dwindles

so slowly
regressively they go
the dwining and the dwindling

instantaneous
no longer
there is a pause
longer and longer
before retrieving
a name an action a creation

the neurons and dendrites
they hobble they trip and almost fall
suspended until
they finally clutch a will-o-wisp of an idea
in desperation and relief

the nows and tomorrows
are replaced
tossed away by
the distant yesterdays
the simpler pasts

looking forward matters no longer
when the cataract of old memories
inundates

going to seed is so much easier
oblivion is such a comfort

ah
time to change my Exelon patch//

renato
saturday 22 november 2014

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Renato N. Mascardo, 22 january 2014

lines written on her birth date

remembering again

among the dwindling dendrites and dying neurons
where stored memories ineluctably ooze out and
dissolve into the nothingness of growing old
one thought clings steadfastly to the ruins of the past
a face a date a sense of friendship remain
untouched by the apoptotic forgetting in the old
bright flashing embers within the dying smokeless flames//

renato

on 22 january 2014

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Renato N. Mascardo, 15 december 2013

remembering

orb

such is the slippery surface of this hueless globe
cold to the touch so smooth and hard
its solidity hides the dark emptiness within
palpable yet ungraspable
this ball of void remains and cannot be flung away
after all these years since you went
and left this orb of solid emptiness
to vex the cockles of my heart//

renato
sunday 15 december 2013

(in memoriam: E.T.A.)

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Renato N. Mascardo, 13 november 2013

autumn

like yellow butterflies
turning over tip to twig
leaves are cartwheeling down
towards winter //

renato
wednesday 14 november 2013

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Renato N. Mascardo, 11 june 2013

skirting isolation

in the act of knowing

separated for most of the day
disjoined for a tad less than forever
we meet always as complete strangers
memories of the past of what passed between us
make each meeting less awkward and just as new
making the joining as adventurous each time

we never can get used to each other we hope we never will
every time we come together to fuse your solitude with mine
to ward off the isolation that leads us to crave and repine
trying to really know what we can only imagine
when separated in our individual cocoons of singleness
you and i meet anew in the act of knowing//

renato
sunday 09 june 2013

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Renato N. Mascardo, 5 june 2013

missing a muse

Mnemosyne’s child

the long downpour that
never ends obscures my view
the foggy greyness
the misty coldness of the day
remain since you went away

in lieu of your memory-haunting face
the shade of emptiness now fills the space
mnemon upon mnemon loosens
untangles and drops like one yellowed leaf
after another in the spiraling apoptosis of fall

words no longer linger once you left
like memory’s child with a new toy
words do not stick together
so slippery they can not intertwist
leaving me in the void alone and bereft

with every loss there must be a gain
without your company
your warm nearness being gone
one feels the loss that is so obvious
it is so much harder to find the gain//

renato
tuesday 04 june 2013

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Renato N. Mascardo, 22 december 2012

Complexities and complications

touches

they fondle
intermittently
so soft
so subtle
so sharp
like the palm of a babe
like an early prickly heat
seesawing
caressing
stinging
a pleasure
a hurt
a burn
your words//

renato
friday 21 december 2012

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Renato N. Mascardo, 2 december 2012

another of life's little ironies

choices

and so my dearest dear
will we two burn our boats
and on this island you deem love
shall you and I remain
forever free
or stranded?

renato
saturday 01 december 2012

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Renato N. Mascardo, 1 december 2012

Image

a chance meeting after all these years

shyly we shook hands
suspended awkwardly in the moment
of recollecting
what was
what could have been and
what did not
your hand went limp and
the moment faded//

renato
saturday 01 december 2012