I wait for the rain.
Searching grey for quicksilver,
alchemy for change.
How does a hummingbird handle the rain?
and what about bumblebees…
are there ‘brellies
and wellies
to help out these fellies
or without do these pilots complain?
How do pond dwellers deal with a drought?
the tadpoles, the fish, and the skitters…
is there office
to process
the loss of the faucet
and if not what goes on with these critters?
How does a wolf pack recover from fire?
a bear, or a deer, or a moose…
are there builders
with guilders
to refill
the wilderness
replenishing pine tree & spruce?
However it is, these beasties then live,
I’ll wager that this much holds true…
they don’t blame
the rain
or the flame
for their pain
they change tack, since reaction was due.
©Karen Robiscoe
a strange orphan, eh?
practically a nomad…

grown inward, not up.
©Karen Robiscoe

sham tastic…
sham wow!
sham having
sham cow
sham mazing
sham GR8
sham ♥ it!
sham >hate<
sham better
sham s e e n
sham letter
sham *meme*
sham jaded
sham s i c k
sham plaudit
sham >click<
©Karen Robiscoe

On shattered glass
I wrote a face
its canvas unrelentingly,
tattooed eyes
that seemed surprised
and downturned mouth lamenting.
On second pass
I charted space
between my borrowed ribs,
drew blackest hole
where heart would go
breaking several nibs.
On third and last
I tried to trace
unmanifest inside,
the spirit pure
the light obscured
and sketched a broken smile.
©Karen Robiscoe

beyond this Am
of written page
is wild élan
–and though pens plan
that heart persuades.
beyond this Am
of Marching Band
& Fretting Stage
is wild élan
–and such demands
no mortal gauge
beyond this Am
is Rock, not sand
is Life uncaged!
is wild élan
–and Siren’s chant
–and songs of Age
beyond this Am
is wild élan.
©Karen Robiscoe