Jack Ricchiuto | Poetry - New pieces for a collection in progress

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frightened fists
are not unclenched
by words sharp
as oyster knives,
tightened lips
do not taste this
next breath's whisper

understand resistance
as your mirror,
release what
holds you, the
opening you have
is the opening
you are

make love to the wind,
let out a little more string
on your kite

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cloud mist gathering
the sea's ebulliance
draws us in

fingers on fingers
linger, dervishes light
on hummingbird wings

stars glisten
to mountain wishes
amazed

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there is a unique
joy in loving
what we cannot control

the squishy and soft
squeals of splashing
the next page turned
at the top of an inhale

mindful messiness
the lost, found,
invitations interrupting
a feast of assumptions

offers received the way
tiger lilies live for bees
and bees sweeten this tea

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we are not in expanse
of what we imagine

we are not diminished
by what we might become

every wave of light thanks
the wave of darkness for being

something presses against nothing
deep knows surface as source

in the instant we have nothing to say to each other
we are free to listen to the heart of the earth

we cannot be who we are not
we will not ask each other to be otherwise

we continue

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you should be more like your brother
he knew by the time he was knee high
that he wanted to be
the exalted ruler at the lodge
in your grandad's footsteps

you need to get focused
and stop listening
to that group you hang around

why, when i was your age
nobody cared enough
to give me advice

you just gotta get mad
you can't just sit around here happy
do you see me happy?
no, I'm living the good life
and you're just along for the ride

well it's time to get to gittin'
and take no prisoners
and for godsake
start thinking for yourself
for a change

and stop slouching

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soto voce
hushed heresies
ear candy
of understated subtexts
inserted into the wrinkles
of quiet smiles
the dished
of course
quelling tacit doubts
sweet parenthetical
desserts on the palettes
of prognosticators
the soto voce
of undertones,
and undertows
of murmured moorings

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"The Enchantment of Casual Origins," Jack's 9th book, is a collection of 72 poems representing his year of returning to writing after a 30 year hiatus. His themes range from the quirks and depths of human nature to the inspiration of nature and life through a zen lens. Here is a preview PDF.

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i was born
a child of galaxies
too magnificent for words,
much less questions,

galaxies where
love is freedom,
freedom is wisdom,
and wisdom is play,

where the greatest
human achievement
is the simple act
of changing one's mind,

where no one
who makes anything
knows how it is made,
i was born from

the sacred geometry
of the jazz of jazz,
improvising cool from
the enchantment of casual origins

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i never liked assigned seats,
the blind dates and
arranged marriages
of social discourse

give me the magic
of taking the empty seat
next to the most
improbable stories

do not assume to know
what amazing grace is possible,
what amazing face might transport me
to unimagined lands

give me the chance of chance
the fruition of my intuition,
the roll of paradise
in the land of surprise

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break down

break free
break even
break the mold
break new ground

break bread
break open the wine
break out the good glasses
break into song

break through

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