Biography of Carol Borsello
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.
Carol Borsello Poems
If The Ocean Had Taken Me
If the ocean had taken me I would have become a Siren I would have found a rock To pull myself up upon
What I know is this: it changes By moving everything else in my world out & away
You will always be walking Toward me under the full sun Slightly smiling Like an angel
The inoffensive plant Quietly furls her leaves Her thirst so profound; it pains… Living inches from the kitchen sink…
Believe What You Will
Just when I think some practical Doom will crash upon my shore, The storm abates; sun breaks, rainbows double.
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
The inoffensive plant
Quietly furls her leaves
Her thirst so profound; it pains…
Living inches from the kitchen sink…
The almighty faucet
Gleaming coldly as a star.