Swan Like


I’m paper

–thusly stationary–

but long to fly

) no aviary (

to limit flight

but wild and free

as uncaged bird is what I’d be…

my first attempt

to Wright

–went wrong

I rolled in spit

and shot through straw–

and took a hit

when backdraft blew,

that spitwad back

in lieu of flew…

on second flight

I fared no better,

becoming kite

the size of letter

–head, but several excess tales

/// assured ///

the worded kite would fail…

I turned within

and puffed hot air!

hoping to set sail from there–

sky lanterns can burn up on high

but frilly me, was shy a light

I tried so much!

no lie—the fax,

diminished me

to toned syntax,

and missing matter

messed the mark

no–faxing proved a disembark

of snail mail

I wasn’t fan

and fanning femme

was not my plan,


my disposition

–bent like hell //

and still


from blotter to a soaring swan–

eluded me

‘til pollygone

of fan I made

but would not hold,

inspired what was final fold

and taking on a brand new hobby,

I taught myself to origami

pleating in a new-learned crease

–a doubled over, time release—

changed paper me

to quilly flier

note to self:

paste Post-its higher…


About Charron's Chatter

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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