Her name meant pure
that dirty little girl
shunned when it mattered
and included when it didn’t
cancer despairing at maternal comparison
but still.
she was pure.
In the Bible you could find her
evenly decoded
in equi-spaced lettering
in Moses 7:53
357 backward and the same number of gun
Diane used to kill herself
portentously enough
—enabling rewind.
Her monogram spelled
Nana’s love
perfectly
a defining Kismet
a defiant and relentless legacy
greyed and purposefully murky
>on the outside<
not esoteric
not multi syllabic
depressing, but not for the sake of pretense…
For her.
©Karen Robiscoe
July 18, 2013 





“shunned when it mattered
and included when it didn’t”
…tis the story of my early to mid twenties.
with some exception–the story of my life. Chain-chain-chain…
Wow, Karen, this had a visceral effect on me. Incredibly powerful writing. And, yes, “shunned when it mattered and included when it didn’t” got to me as well. Great writing, my friend.
Paulette, thank you. It came from the guts all right. Your compliment means a lot.
This is incredible Karen
thanks, Ay. I’ll tell you–it is exactly what I feel right now–and maybe that is why. It’s hard to show the real stuff, though. That’s why I hide in my rhymes…
I can understand that. I know I have let too much of myself out on my blog. I sometimes wish I had kept more to myself. But, too lat enow
To paraphrase a line from Dirty Dancing – no one should ever, ever put Karen in the corner..
(( )) so totally GUG (( ))
🙂
Jimmy an’ me call ’em: GUGs–derived–much like the word “blog”–from Big Hug…becomes GUG…:)
🙂
Reblogged this on Charron's Chatter and commented:
In response to the “Identity” theme as daily prompt, I am prompted…erm…to re-blog this free verse labeled the same as me: Karen. All references to my name’s actual meaning are true!
Esoterica re-mastered here. Being somewhat of an initiate to your work, I love the arcane intelligence of this piece. BRAVA~!
thank you, Victor. I am going to un-post, though. I don’t know what I was thinking…I am feeling not good about the Internet in general today, and so, after a brisk walk (no running on account’a I am tye-red) I am here to privatize. But it isn’t you…it’s who knows…them.