Fort KnoX

you are more than


–policing the heavens

you are gold…

conduit of the Son

Golden Boy,

and precious.

I am more than


–lines in the cloud

I am Sun

silvered, which warmth

inside melts


and complements

Silver Girl,

(I am)

yet tarnished.

Neglected and uncared for and

dulling in every sense.

Come, now,

Golden Boy

lose the club

(at waste)

forget the been,

and is, and

create what can be!

(forge ahead!)

forget brass rings

(piercing knows)

and I’ll forget plate

(imitation fill)

You and I



. . .

sought after and treasured

–by most–

Let’s be molten



(a memory lane poem–like all my recent posts have been–as I dig through reams of the written to form an amalgam of thoughts spanning decades.)

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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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