Cupola Thoughts…

castle
a Muse, he lived

in·time

closer than skin

in·form

light years across

in·spires

of missed

–when he leaves—

and every

ah-hah

moment vanishes…

echoing

near audibly

away…

draining l’eau from mirage,

and eyes from

~seas~

No waxing moon to shimmer

reflection in des’pond

–nor ponder–

no direction in de’sign

–nor diction–

nor lyre’s melody

in write ear,

~nor fan· to·see unfolding~

and speech is just left.

Left as speech.

simply spoken

with·out·landed wonder,

functional phrase

or

whispered whimsy,

matter-of-fact.

©Karen Robiscoe

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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