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Renato N. Mascardo, 19 march 2016
crepusculum
the scarlet macaw climbing
up to its perch settles down
the hillside hues dim
sounds around dwindle away
dusk blankets its cage
renato
friday 18 march 2016
Renato N. Mascardo, 17 march 2016
vegetarian festivity
afternoon repast
my app
predicted rain
in forty minutes yet
the afternoon sun still bathed the
busy
backyard
the birdseeds on
the ground were almost gone
feasted on by the sparrows wrens
mourning
dove and the four
cardinals until the
chipmunk Chico frightened the birds
away
only
to be chased from
the scattered grains by the
belligerent squirrel Isco
who had
to leave
when Gerry the
shaggy groundhog scooted
in and stayed to savor slowly
kernels
yellow
black and brown on
the abandoned grass and
ground proving once more that size did
matter//
renato
thursday 17 march 2016
Renato N. Mascardo, 16 march 2016
esmeralda
hierarchy
first the
sparrow then the
wren gliding down to peck
the birdseeds hiding between blades
of grass
followed
by a pair of
cardinals which were mates
bright red and light brown scratching the
dry ground
next came
the large and blue
cardinal mates hogging
the sunflower seeds scattered on
the grass
and then
they flew up all
in a rush and the dove
no longer mourning landed and
feasted//
renato
wednesday 16 march 2016
Renato N. Mascardo, 15 march 2016
birdseeds on the grass
birdseeds on the grass
when cardinals fly away
when sparrows begin to leave
the red cardinals
the chirping sparrows scatter
dusk is almost here
renato
tuesday 15 march 2016
Renato N. Mascardo, 15 march 2016
bits and pieces
bits and pieces
i see
your smile on the
face of a stranger who
greets me in peace with a handshake
at mass
you rushed
by the end of
the lane between the stands
at the store/ i followed to find
it was
not you/
the voice on the
phone sounded so like you
until the caller said her name
not yours/
i see
i hear i feel
scattered bits and pieces
of you around me now that you
are gone//
renato
monday 14 march 2016
Renato N. Mascardo, 6 january 2015
life of quiet desperation
gone by in time
like a thieving nutmeg that spoils and spreads
the eldering crawls unentreatably in spurts
the buon fresco of the past up in the ceiling of my mind
its plaster having brittled and flaked
has let loose the painted fractals of what i was
down a swart and endless void
the tense pluriperfect no longer holds for me
even the simple past begins to go
i hear the soundless brittle brattle of fragments of what had been
falling slowly and fast away
leaving the remnant of my self
alone in the stark wilderness of my mind//
renato
friday 02 january 2015
Renato N. Mascardo, 28 december 2014
After the Wane
affair
at the start titillation was what we shared
in the end drudgery was all we felt
and in the midst we missed the meaning
of the experience we now call an affair
beyond the pale of the experience we built
pointed palisades and deep furrows between us two
but time dulls the sharpened stakes of ire
and shallows the deep-mined furrows of hurt
until we come to accept that absent of
a relationship we can still choose to relate//
renato
saturday 27 december 2014
Renato N. Mascardo, 25 december 2014
on goings and comings
in penduluming back
like autumn
leaves in free fall
the years have pirouetted down and
away/ the hegira was mainly mine to keep
the hurt colleted and at bay/
after all these years
i find
in penduluming
back that you still
are steadfast and true/ it was
i who have changed in the exodus of
my heart/ the hurt is gone
i am thankful you
are not//
renato
wednesday 24 december 2014
Renato N. Mascardo, 9 december 2014
a tedious turn of a loved one's mind
turn of the screw
when you
catch a lucid
moment we share it with
such delight then you let it go
turning the screw that foils
your mind to break
my heart//
renato
monday 08 december 2014
Renato N. Mascardo, 1 december 2014
just before you extend your claws
purr
you purr
in pleasure and
in need; in bed you do
it with aplomb; i need to ask:
are you pure hominid
or are you part
felid?
renato
sunday 30 november 2014
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
Renato N. Mascardo, 23 november 2014
dwindles
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
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
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.)
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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)
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
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
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
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
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
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