September 1, 2013 
…whiplash eyes you
hide your whiplash eyes, Paris,
and stayed epoch is so unyielding.
years too long to bear
when horizons stay bare too long…
Time more Thief
than beggar
trammeled by
your pattern…
Quantum entanglement…
eclipsed by daily rotations
(distance, too)
a Substantial miss
when matching energy
once so Near—
recedes…
carried off
in unprecedented
3rd tide
that salted waters
with Death…
Now frosted lip crashes
on mossier gold,
on hidden, Opaque reef
that cuts obliquely, but to the Heart.
Vivisecting Carnation
a petal-strewn Idol…
spuming its surplus catch
into plurality.
©Karen Robiscoe
Charron's Chatter 
Now, this is the spirit~!~! Haven’t read this from you before. Showing a bit of yourself here is just fine, and I hope it felt as good writing it as reading it.
I am pretty sure ALL my poetry shows part of me. 😉
I do believe you, Charron… 🙂 My very best, tons of optimism, plenty of inspiration and have a peaceful weekend! Friendly thoughts, Mélanie
you too, Melanie. Chill and relaxed…:)
Hi Charron.
It’s lovely!
Thank you, Miss Ayo! 🙂 A little “Helen of Troy” riff…:)
Awesome, Karen. I love this.
really? Thanks, Ay. It’s my second part to Helen’s Song, and–like Helen–languished in my “in progress” poetry folder for a bit. These ones I like to find the best phrases for–to evoke the feeling of eternal connections across evolutions.
um…or something! 😉
LOL I get what you mean.
“Time more Thief
than beggar”
Isn’t that the truth~!!~
bastid time…;)