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Best Poems Written by Dominic Faiola

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Tree Bottom Trance

Row 
Rivers 
Retina 
Through calm currents 
Attribute helplessness inadvertent 
To your idiosyncrasies worded
Truly certain 
Your person
Perfects 
Peace 

9/1/21 photo #1

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Idyll Thoughts

So quietly considerate,
As I watch you read,
Inhale smoke from a cigarette,
Watching it recede. 

Expression indiscriminate,
Stagnant while you breathe, 
Positioned indeliberate, 
Adjacent to me.

Impossibles the alternate,
Despite fantasy,
Nothing could be this intimate,
As shared gravity. 

Every action is accurate,
Pure anatomy,
Everything’s more than adequate,
In your galaxy. 

Your fingers curl so intricate, 
Although randomly,
Turning pages to infinite, 
From a balcony. 

Idyll thoughts 9/15/21

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Last Sigh

Any given flower,
Shadows the overhead,
Picked apart from its power, 
Shadows my future instead, 
Forever from this hour,
Till the night stars unthread. 

Perfectly ripe and sour, 
While my roots fail to bend, 
Propensity to cower, 
While connected fruits suspend, 
Any angst shown outer, 
Letting my life ascend. 

I can still love louder,
True to how we were hemmed, 
Nights spent sat in our shower, 
True to us being condemned, 
Isolated tower, 
Built from what you had penned. 

8/31/21 Last Sigh

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Latent Destiny

10/14/21

Everything follows you home, 
Your skin is denying,
The usual monochrome, 
For grip marks applying,
The shell of your catacomb. 

Parts are tempted to find out, 
The severity of,
Anything I’m forced to doubt,
For the sake of our love,
Entwined in roots yet to sprout. 

Gesture or reason won’t sway, 
Expel every sentence,
Justifications convey, 
Your pleas for repentance,
In the complete wrong way. 

You’re useless as a disgrace,
And cliché as lovers, 
I don’t need to see a trace, 
Your dress barely covers, 
Areas that aren’t my place. 

This betrayal severs my spine,
My newfound awareness,
Lowers me down from your vine, 
And into the bareness, 
Of a concrete chalk outline. 

Quintain (Sicilian) - Emile Pinet

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Lost At Small Sea

Scum lines encircle,
The branches I connect, 
Water so fertile,
Transparency reflects, 
Parts of a journal, 
I would rather be wet. 

A surface kernel, 
Shows the currents effect, 
Swarming dispersal, 
Pools at their intersect,
Bonded eternal, 
Made to appear perfect. 

Life stuck nonverbal, 
Wading in a pond’s sect, 
Lifetime rehearsal, 
To be someone’s select, 
Skewed peripheral, 
Perpetual neglect.

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Kitchen Sinking

Between the echoes and expression,
I found our private heaven,
Atop our legs rest the exception, 
The end of our dire question,
Translucent through dust plumes from Dresden, 
I notice it has risen. 

The murmurs surround cheap kitchen drawers,
Absence pools in grooved contours, 
Their shadows exit from under the floor, 
Fairness comes from who keeps score, 
Free falling down the escalator, 
Alarms resonate the core. 

Silence is hard to rationalize,
Even for the compromised, 
To obey what feels wrong to despise,
Is why we still coincide,
Accommodating fungus and flies,
Is how we choose to survive.