By Bruno Talerico
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If I cover up my question,answering itbefore it’s really answered,will I ever rest?I want to be ablaze, like a flameaspiring without preconceived notionsof what it aspires to.I want to allow itto burn completely,or I may possibly never find peace.I will not be content with someone else’s answer.I will let my being burn intensely,deeply desiring to…
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embryonic embrace silent calm and relaxing but vulnerable© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge day 81/365.
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Shattered pieces of stone, sometimes fit perfectly with broken bits of glass.Complementary parts combinedinto an exquisite mosaic, broader, bolder,brighter than it’s constituents.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 80/365.
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Minute to minute,second to second, we constantly focuson personal concerns, so busy thinking,we build a wall to perception.Although surrounded by eternity,we don’t experience it.Surrounded by eternity, it is inaccessible because we separateand insulate our selves from it.We exist in a mysterious place.It is unwise to believe that the worldis only as you think it is.It…
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Memories are thoughts about what no longer exists. Imagination is thoughts about what may never exist. In-between is this fleeting moment, something to savor. © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 77/365.
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Sparkles and monochrome rainbowsilluminate another gaudy Saturday morning,the death car veeringfirst away from, then toward misfortune.Voices echo down the long hall,children playingto the backdropof serious adult conversation,which is more important.At the bottom of the stairs that lead to the front door,sits a bewildered prophetsavoring an infective sandwich,loaded with bacterial wisdom.Seeing only his own hunger, hearing…
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crowning,orange glow,barely discernible,straining, pushing upwardsreddish dabs and drizzles shimmering rays beaming semicircle becoming ovoidstruggling to escape the horizonmother earth groans,finally giving birth to floating orbwarm yellow balloondefining this new day© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 75/365.
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I walk, no run,down the street,past businesses and homes,amidst traffic and noise,barking dogs, mowersraging against helpless grass.I runpast machinerybelching petrochemical smoke,past containersbrimming with refusedestined for the toxic wasteland.I run, not awayfrom tall buildingsand tall walls,but toward the open sky,toward mountains on the horizon.I run toward a placewhere I can hear birdsongand the singing wind, a…
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At my age,I am more past than future.My life is like taking a trip on a spiraling track from birth to death.Window seat on a train, not knowing which line I’m on, or when to get off.I don’t know where I’m headed, only thatI’ve travelled part of a long odyssey.Present events have no valueuntil tomorrow.My…
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wispy limber branchdraped over barren desertcreates healing shade© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 71/375.
Desert Dweller 