the coLor of wAter


In reel life,

you are the camera.

The selfies you snap


staged around you-shaped space.


Your memories are

the paintbrush.


Daubing in that dynamic whole,

the rendered images are

Schooled by


fueled by

wishful thinking,

skewed to


the gallery

you visit time and again



En plein air,


dans l’esprit,

the collection



–brushed anew

by Muses 3

–each recollection

(of a recollection)

a ghost

(of a ghost)

blurring the more

and conversely

in starker relief.


Posting daily to your mind

the pull of them





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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