Carol Borsello

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Sometimes pen to paper is my only touch
A sensual congress of eager words, fumbling ink
Caressing strokes of wet to dry on crowded sheets
Wrinkled with sweat, daubed with tears
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Just when I think some practical
Doom will crash upon my shore,
The storm abates; sun breaks, rainbows double.
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3.

The inoffensive plant
Quietly furls her leaves
Her thirst so profound; it pains…
Living inches from the kitchen sink…
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4.

You will always be walking
Toward me under the full sun
Slightly smiling
Like an angel
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What I know is this: it changes
By moving everything else in my world out & away
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If the ocean had taken me
I would have become a Siren
I would have found a rock
To pull myself up upon
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Carol Borsello Biography

I grew up on the beaches of New Jersey. Many years and many locations later, I am once more living on a beach and feel myself beginning again. In between the first sentence and the second is a lifetime of many states, many identities. I am back to the boardwalk with my back against the Atlantic yet in a whole different frame of mind. Touching the mystery allows me to trust it.)

The Best Poem Of Carol Borsello

Coyote Morning (12/2/11)

Sometimes pen to paper is my only touch
A sensual congress of eager words, fumbling ink
Caressing strokes of wet to dry on crowded sheets
Wrinkled with sweat, daubed with tears
And other moistures
Ah! Leave me but this love
When all others are
Faint memories on a horizon!

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