Archive for ‘Michelle. V.’

July 26, 2017

Summer Memories

by mkvecchitto

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They used to take us to the beach on Sundays.

My grandfather’s rust-colored Oldsmobile packed to overflowing,

a cooler filled with cooked chicken, polpette, and roasted peppers

in the trunk. Glass jars filled with water jostled next to mini-bottles of cola

and brown paper sacks bursting with peaches, plums, and blood-red cherries.

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July 22, 2017

Gift of Indecision

by mkvecchitto


It’s a blessing, this indecision

No more hesitating to count what’s mine

although a tear may blur my vision

This choice, a final baseline

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July 21, 2017


by mkvecchitto

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Below the city’s cobblestones,

it shifted, restless and hungry

Its assault knew no bounds

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July 12, 2017

Lessons Learned

by mkvecchitto


Takes time to bury

roots that seek a place to hold

Struggle feeds wisdom

Memories as fierce storms rage

urge tender saplings to bend

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July 9, 2017

Bridging Time

by mkvecchitto

friends at bridge

Funny how years can melt away, slipping down those walls we built. A shared smile slipped in the locks of time and toggled open each yesterday. We fell into a familiar routine, one that lived in a place before a hinged door hesitated and shut with a whispered click.

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July 5, 2017

Summer Rain

by mkvecchitto

summer rain

Waiting on the wind

with its promise of soft rain

this sunbaked ground waits

crunchy leaves, withered on vines

create a macabre dance

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July 2, 2017

Healing Hands

by mkvecchitto

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In the end, hands told the story

a common denominator among the dying

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June 29, 2017

Family Ties

by mkvecchitto

Elusive, like shadows in the water

Static electricity that hums just before it sparks

A vanishing point that disappears just beyond awareness

There’s an invisibility to it, this connection

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June 26, 2017

Scarlet Letter

by mkvecchitto

scarlet letter

She was somewhat of a local legend

what with the way she always dressed in black

An obsidian obelisk stuck in the candy-colored swirl of clouds,

her youthful face obscured by the weight of her grief

Still, she was woven into the community fabric,

an example of the perilous journey betrayal invites

A warning

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June 20, 2017

La Gaudiere

by mkvecchitto


Maybe it was the summer heat

a perceptible shift from the mundane

maybe it was the summer heat

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June 17, 2017


by mkvecchitto


I dreamt of my past last night…

the ultimate paradox

that place where my dreams lived

when all the edges were smooth and

promises opened to possibilities that

blossomed in the night

where even the tension that beckoned

each morning serves now as my muse

and the drama it owned told stories

that would fill any playhouse with audiences

who urged the ingénue to bite a poisoned apple

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June 15, 2017


by mkvecchitto


When we are apart

I lose sight of my center

I speak to angels

searching for the sound of your voice

whispering above the clouds

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June 14, 2017

Each Small Moment

by mkvecchitto

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A quest for instant satisfaction drives fools to the edge,

a rush of adrenaline to fuel fleeting desires wrapped in pretty packages

It’s never enough to satisfy the need lurking just beneath

Disjointed ambition pandering to greed, to need, to concede

Settling for less when what the heart craves, what the heart knows,

seems too daunting a task

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June 7, 2017


by mkvecchitto


With parallel experiences, our lives are intertwined

though you tend to get lost in spice and smoke, preferring to walk blind

Your strong desire to please, a dangerous mission leads you astray

These roads you follow, silent footsteps on a fool’s array

Wander as you must, choices and consequences become solidly combined

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June 3, 2017


by mkvecchitto


a moment to collect these fragments of time

by chance, a moment to turn it inside out

if only for a moment

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May 31, 2017

Silent Detonation

by mkvecchitto


Scenes played out, familiar but not quite intimate.

A slight detachment between performers and audience, yet a story shared by many.

Mutual connection separated by varying degrees of separation.

If each experience is unique, is the collective result skewed?

A responsibility to warn of dire consequences

hangs in the air, drowning out

voices repeating

old lines

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May 28, 2017


by mkvecchitto

the power of memories

a trip to what had been

I let go

I surrendered

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May 27, 2017

After the Rain

by mkvecchitto

after the rain.jpg

After the rain it all looked different, a reprieve

Those city streets covered in grease and grime

sparkling just enough to make us believe

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May 25, 2017

Sweet Grace

by mkvecchitto


It was personal, that decision I made

to honor the day my angel grew wings

It was personal, your choice to throw shade

Things you don’t know could be just about anything

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May 23, 2017

Change of Heart

by mkvecchitto


I thought I knew who I was

until I became

the person I am not

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May 20, 2017

Before Flight

by mkvecchitto

before flight

I suppose it’s well enough for now

this departure from reality

It’s well enough for now

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May 13, 2017


by mkvecchitto


Sometimes illusion eviscerates expectation

like reverse reflections mirroring shattering glass

Defiant, the faithful pursue unattainable goals

embracing intent to entice new roles

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May 7, 2017


by mkvecchitto


Creeping vines of self-righteousness seek to find hold

Whitewashed versions of truth, nothing but a blindfold

Quarrels of man hurt before reaching the heart of the matter

Pain, a necessary evil if dialogue is meant to be more than mindless chatter

Visible scars cast a sheen on egos that scramble for fool’s gold

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April 29, 2017

Abandoned Dreams

by mkvecchitto

abandoned dreams

Found a discarded photograph by the side of the road

Yellowed by time, its shadows whispered a story

Frayed edges framed tattered dreams in black and white

A packed suitcase on a perfectly made bed beneath that cracked window

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April 28, 2017

Going Home

by mkvecchitto

going home

Sometimes I slip back to that place

where troubles can’t intrude

My mother’s garden, filled with flowers and lace

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April 26, 2017

Strength in Innocence

by mkvecchitto

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When Innocence takes delicate matters by the hand

intent on silencing screams between warring factions

Time is forced to face Introspection on her witness stand

Social contracts shredded by meaningless transactions

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April 21, 2017

Carve A Path

by mkvecchitto


Each is a unique journey

that path we carve through shifting sands

an ache that pulls toward a place of peace

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April 18, 2017

Leap of Faith

by mkvecchitto

Leap of faith (by Tracie).


in the

middle of

almost. almost

Patience wraps each gift in opaque paper

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