To Paris – from Stockholm

 

 
…whiplash eyes you

hide your whiplash eyes, Paris,
beachwalk copy

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

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12 Responses to “To Paris – from Stockholm”

  1. 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.

  2. Hi Charron.
    It’s lovely!

  3. Awesome, Karen. I love this.

  4. “Time more Thief

    than beggar”

    Isn’t that the truth~!!~

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