Ive Mass

Energy = Me times the need of light squared
Mass•ive
prompt: massive

writing is a craft.
a talent.
a discipline—
requiring more than a keyboard,
and a working knowledge of
language
to master.
A story that must be told,
it jeopardizes
the tale and the teller–
righting sometimes
–isn’t.
For the truly dedicated, however
it’s paradoxically
never
wrong.

I am on my way to Whelm, and hope to arrive soon as
I have been going Over it most of my life
It seems I Under
Estimated Standing along the way
And found myself In
Capable hands that took me–
A
Stray–
To its bosom,
And that seemed enough
Given I was so often A
Lone
©Karen Robiscoe

Mr. Clean
had a thing
for little 409—
a scrubbing bubble,
made for trouble,
scented lemon-lime.
A Brawny guy
–and just as fly
as paper he promoted
he spiked
her span,
lined her cans,
and on him–number doted.
And all was well,
until she fell,
into kitchen basin…
jammin’ drain
(but cleaning stains)
her heartbeat doubled…racin’..
Would hero–hers,
be Janitor
drummin’ up some business?
or Mr. Bowl
now, oh so old,
to salvage
cleaning citrus?
Neither, nor,
it turned out
—4
–09 had a handle,
on more than grime,
and double-time,
she leveraged self–
from channel.

Re: quest.
I’m on one
quest (I) on!

Will you
join me?