Biography of Michael Tucci
I have dabbled in poetry from a very young age. In college as an English major, I took several years of creative writing, lucky enough to have a professor who was actually a published poet, and learned that poetry was not such an easy thing as I had supposed.
After a long hiatus after college, some two decades, I began writing again as an extra dimension to a dark, instrumental music project I have called Conscience Whispers.
Poetry, to me, is about sound and imagery, about evoking emotion from within, not from the surface. Words are mere notations on a page in prose, but, in the hands of a poet, they are power, dream, mysticism, fantasy- they create a realm in and of themselves not accessible by mere writing.
Michael Tucci's Works:
In the Midnight Hour by Jamie Collins, David S. Pointer, Andrew Scott and Mystic Lady Poetry (May 4,2012) (5 poems within the anthology)
Michael Tucci Poems
Shifting Sand And Solid Ground
Shifting sand and solid ground Separate my feet. One solid
The detritus of lost generations surrounds Me with the stench of Rotting memories and the Putrification of what should
C'Est La Vie
A vast lot of abandoned souls. The cherry-orange tinge of rotting carcasses of Past technological advances. Then, the "WOW"
C'Est La Vie
A vast lot of abandoned souls.
The cherry-orange tinge of rotting carcasses of
Past technological advances. Then, the "WOW"
Of their time, now forgotten.
Once shiny, proud, peacock-esque
Now piled like cord wood reaching for the
Sky while melting back to dust.