Caption–my Caption


A picture is worth a 1000 words

but not just

any 1K

creates a picture

that’s where books come in

. . .

books are

word albums

–like photo albums

and come in lots of

sizes

. . .

journals are

the candid shots

caught out

in red eye & bad lighting,

weird expression & off angles

stripping depiction

to just woke up

real

–foregoing flattery

and dismissing delusion

. . .

text books are

the utilitarian pics

the passport photos

and X rays

the work team at Xmas party no one wants to attend

and fingerprints

only a phone could love

the mundane

to which most masses

are mandated

–and succumb

. . .

fictions

are the big hair snaps

the vacations from your day-to-day

with

too much make up and unlikely

cosmetic surgery

–an extra leg where none is needed

or fish tale missing mermaid,

a second nose

or even a third boob!

(depending on the writer)

. . .

But

Poetry is

the grand.

the 1 large

and true self

of all that’s unguarded inside

suddenly–>

outside!

(WTF!)

& vulnerable!

a child on school’s first day

–the runaway

the crush approached

(and approaching)

the echoing silence

and final good-bye

. . .

the

all that’s soft kept hidden from life’s

hard edges

–lunches done!

(check)

–contacts made!

(check)

–nets worked!

(double-check!)

ensuring

all that’s gross

continues

. . .

yet

Poetry is

the real you

(times 1000)

the you that longs to

be

here

. . .

.now.

a transcribed sepia

and reminder

you were beautiful once. . .

 

 

 

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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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