Poems by Gregg Dotoli

3 haiku

dawn spawns smoky fog
brackish herring deep sense
tidal reverse beneath warm salt air

scuttle braunish fox
cool snowy dusk waning no
eggs snake mice for pups

crash clear sardine wave
flash silver fear spin flip air hop
acrobats flee bass



Isthmus

we are on the Isthmus
past-present soil
growing crowded and carbon-hot
is that tide higher?
where is that lake?
those polar bears swim
but aren't walruses
scary-odd December-spring day
in the big baked Apple
I like Florida, but
it's coming to me
not me to it



Approach

Relearn the approach toward word
Like the bread-handed child coaxing a bluejay
For the feather and blue close-up
to satisfy his curious nature
to get peace-close
to observe not cull
that child is pure in objective
and sincere in goal
but becomes polluted and eco-aloof
time sheds innocence
instills neglect towards nature
like our empty approach to climate-wreck
animals and plants wordlessly weep
Nero fiddled while Rome burned
and we look away as nature dies
Relearn the approach toward word
get peace-close to word
accept waning nature , man as viral polluter
Earth
this is our circle, every point
words deny, nature never lies




Gregg Dotoli lives in New York City area and has studied English at Seton Hall University. He works as a white hat hacker, but his first love is the arts. His poems have been published in Quail Bell Magazine, The Four Quarters Magazine, Calvary Cross, Dead Snakes, Halcyon Magazine, Allegro Magazine, the Mad Swirl, Voices Project, Writing Raw and Down in the Dirt.