December 22, 2013 
Praying to a stucco God
(who lives up there, among the cobwebs)
duped by the Morse code of duplex—
That
presents
persistent
party-line
interference
— and peckish tone lent by terra cotta tiles.
Eggshelling
my most salient point.
(Hint: not a ski tip nose)
©Karen Robiscoe
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Charron's Chatter 
Why does he live amongst the cobwebs? Do you think he thinks it adds to the beard?
hehe…I was just praying the other night…and for a minute, lost all sense of transcendence…and just noticed the ceiling.
then the neighbors…
lol Maybe the neighbours think they are gods. I know mine does :-\
Yes…they do…but those demis are a condo over…;)
Ahh. My demi is right above. I think he is a bit peeved because his place is the size of a rat trap and mine is the rest of the world
wow! That is super poetic. A leap of comparison, it’s basically magic. 🙂
Seriously, that line needs to be in a poem somewhere…STAT!
🙂
SS, sorry about my stupidity regarding Helens Lament– I didn’t internalize it thusly … I’m glad I gave you a chuckle. You really can’t fool me, I know U can see beyond the stucco! And his beard isn’t a nuisance either but an affectionate sign that says “I’m filled with love !”
No no. Poems are to be interpreted–that’s the beauty. They can mean many things to different people. 🙂
And yes. usually when I am praying (good) it feels as if the top of my head is lopped off, and golden light is touching me from far beyond.
Other times–it’s just the stucco. It’s all about intent. 🙂