Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

Hyper-Caloric

Though what we know
and that which we feel
goes into what we write

I believe
poets are more inclined toward

image-periphery

the alchemy of lyric-formation

what is just around the corner
horrifically vague

standing on the lip-edge

toes dangling over

peering bravely into a
primal abyss 

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each new declaration a journey

backward, compressing coldly
into dank catacombs of past 
drafting explorers

forward, confronting bard echoes
the maps of our ancient priests
left for the daring

the literary awakened

new skies revealed

sustain alternating and renewed

every night a fresh splattering of light

every dawn
a bounty-warmth of slippery
sunny icing 

such decadence our breakfast
lunch and supper
no dessert denied

the rich slices we pen

the hyper-caloric that
drives us to the brink 

daring us to step off

both angels and demons
awaiting their catches

lift must be in our favor --

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Let the work begin!

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Valsa George September 5, 2023 at 10:31 PM Much truth is hidden behind the veil ! When we plunge deeper , greater insights are gleaned ! Its meaning never exhausts and 'new skies are revealed' ! Your poem is very profound . Instead of peering into the abyss, let us try to look onto the zeniths, as you rightly warn! Great penning Joe. Joseph P. DiMino September 6, 2023 at 7:28 AM Absolutely! We are all believers in UFO's when it comes to matters of poetry -- look to the skies for those mystical verses, the abyss will always be there:) Love it! Thank you, Valsa.

Nancy Kaufman September 5, 2023 at 2:04 PM I love the description of this poem, especially your line, "standing on the lip edge". Wonderful write. Joseph P. DiMino September 5, 2023 at 8:56 PM Thank you so much, Nancy. Blessings!

Vijay Pandit September 5, 2023 at 1:10 PM So wonderfully poetic my friend. Much enjoyed the journey on the wings of your splendid vocabulary. A fabulous poem, Joe. Joseph P. DiMino September 5, 2023 at 1:57 PM Thank you so much Vijay; have a great day!

Evelyn Judy Buehler September 5, 2023 at 11:50 AM I thoroughly enjoyed this well wrought, interesting poem. Very nice imagery, Joe. Joseph P. DiMino September 5, 2023 at 1:57 PM Thank you, Evelyn; God bless!

Bill Baker September 5, 2023 at 10:55 AM Your comparisons and imagery are well done, Joe. Writing and eating are both favorite of mine. Write On! my friend. Bill Joseph P. DiMino September 5, 2023 at 2:00 PM Ah! Another dessert aficionado...I could live on pie -- die I guest, a sweet way to go. Blessings my friend.

Joseph P. DiMino September 5, 2023 at 7:25 AM Truth is familiar to the soul...even when not heard before.

Victor Buhagiar September 5, 2023 at 1:24 AM A poem in two parts. Quite a depth in thought. Joseph P. DiMino September 5, 2023 at 7:09 AM Often my words are a mystery to me as well, trying to touch what I know is there, in the shadows, beyond the veil. Thank you, Victor.

Speaks Volumes September 4, 2023 at 9:19 PM Have you posted this before Joe? I just looked to see what I had commented. I must be going crazy. I was sure I had read those very words. Anyway despite my ineffective mind, an interesting read. Cheers SV Joseph P. DiMino September 5, 2023 at 7:14 AM A new work but a recurring theme I imagine. I think that a poem's success is after it is read, there remains a tingle in the reader and writer -- something has been changed. Residual of a past poem and a new stirring by this one. I hope there is something of value in each one, beyond the dear exercise. Presumptuous of me I guess. I do my best. Thank you SV.