Poetry by John Di Leonardo – 9/18


MEMORY’S BLADE

I am for the sultry night that raises fog
a rose-vined voice of sleep

I am for the bleach horn-moon
that mists your secret dream

divines your eyes, wakes sighs
strumming the sum of it all, I am

for ardor or light on memory’s blade
as dawn blears down, the rage of age


Fall Evening Walk

In every garden, a tangled flower leans
October’s sigh –

Its one green leaf breathes light
to fall

on flush cheeks so sweet to kiss
O blue flower,

how many lapis petals to hide an abyss?

John Di Leonardo

John Di Leonardo is a Canadian visual artist/poet, past president of The Brooklin Poetry Society, editor of Verse Afire. He is also an Associate Member of The League of Canadian Poets, and a member of the Canadian Authors Association. He has published two award winning chapbooks Book of Hours (2014), Starry Nights (2015), and is the recipient of the 2017 Ted Plantos Memorial Award. His poetry has appeared in over thirty poetry anthologies, and in Canadian poetry journals such as The Banister, Verse Afire, and Tower Poetry. He writes and paints in Brooklin, Ontario. You can visit him at johndileonardo.ca.