
a fallen pen
is worth a bend
it changes what’s created,
a verse rehearsed
not best, nor worst,
but found will permeate it,
you’ll write afresh
and see anew
two quick collaborators,
a view now meshed
and quest unbound,
through script will be dictated,
so next time chance
a glancing scan,
from path you wend past grated
—guttered curbs
in towns and burbs,
since blurb might be awaiting,
in form of pen
misplaced by men,
or women as they gaited
where you now tread
unwrit, unread
and consequently fated
to blend and flow
from melded souls,
if only designated
passer-by
would bend & try
to channel lost translators…
©Karen Robiscoe
(Inspired by a pen found in passing as I finished up a run 🙂 )
August 17, 2013 





Reblogged this on Charron's Chatter.
Boom. Done. You insipred me! The next pen I find on the ground will write a verse!
so excellent!! I am excited to read it…:D