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Renato N. Mascardo, 25 october 2012

Autumn

the rains have finally stopped
their leafy casualties all strewn
down on the cold wet ground
yellowed crimsoned and browned
left abandoned and unburied
lanced by the blades of grass underneath
the fallen foliage lies cadaverized
casual victims of abscission and time//

renato
saturday 20 october 2012

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Renato N. Mascardo, 2 august 2012

seasons

lunes

1
the whirring of fan
air slips off
heat remains summer

2
yellow leaves twirling
to the ground
goodbye goodbye fall

3
so silent and light
it deafens
it blinds first snowfall

4
blades of grass so sharp
on their guard
raring to grow spring

renato
monday 30 july 2012

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Renato N. Mascardo, 20 july 2012

paradox

degrees of separation

a gap exists when our lips meet
there is a divide when we hold hands
in the throes of love something slips between us
apart we hunger for union
together we can only be more than one
in love there has to be a separation
without it there can be none//

renato
thursday 19 july 2012

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Renato N. Mascardo, 9 june 2012

thumb-nail sketch

vignette

in that unguarded moment
i caught a glimpse of the hidden hurt
you’ve hoarded in your broken heart
an intrusion i regret
for which i’m sorry//

renato

tuesday 29 may 2012

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Renato N. Mascardo, 26 may 2012

assuaging a craving

the words of paul rewired

leavenless is
this bread with which we
celebrate his passing and his promise
untainted by the yeast of malice and ill-intent
formed free of the foam and froth of troubled waters
let you and i break
this bread of truth and sincerity//

renato
sunday 20 may 2012

(1 Cor 5:6b-8)

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Renato N. Mascardo, 18 may 2012

degrees of solitude

company

encaged by the glare of the late
afternoon sun on the windowpanes
of the reading-room you and i
sit intimately apart sharing in
the silence that surrounds
two communers enjoying
the clutter of common
memories feeling free
unconfined by the slowly
sinking sun//

renato
thursday 17 may 2012

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Renato N. Mascardo, 11 may 2012

disremembering

best forgotten

the awkward unfinished
first kiss

the now perfunctory
embrace

hands that hold but
no longer touch

the intimate exchanges
turned syncopated

the strophe of a romance
twirling back into
the antistrophe of reason

moments best forgotten
moments remaining
seared in one’s mind//

renato
wednesday 02 may 2012

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Renato N. Mascardo, 26 april 2012

particle physics of the heart

in the act of choosing

like the cosmos above and around us
the past between us is studded with
memorables that sparkle so plain to see
luminous points separated by a vaster void
the cold dark matter of what could have been
but was not to be
the now is what we are left with
everlasting and finite
the past between us is done
never completely gone
in the act of choosing to remember
you and I have Hobson’s choice
to pick the cold quintessence of what was not
or the piercing feelings that we once shared//

renato
tuesday 24 april 2012

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Renato N. Mascardo, 11 april 2012

marking time mutually

event horizon

in time
incompatibilities are dissolving
recasting into complementarities
we two
are learning to speak
the idiom of compromise
two sets
of cogs wheeling
rather than grating
anointed
by the yielding feelings between us
through the years
finally
we hold hands together
poised precariously in this
event horizon of our lives
facing the darkness of the unknown
holding fast unfazed by the tumult of the past
cherishing
this moment between us while
it lasts//

renato
sunday 08 april 2012

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Renato N. Mascardo, 18 march 2012

the reason for writing

postcard

i could have phoned i know but i did not
i could have skyped or texted but decided not
instead these lines in my slanting cursive
halter the skelter of this headlong day and
for a moment remind that i remember you
and will exist not between two hard covers
but just between me and you//

renato
sunday 18
march 2012