September 10, 2014 
Comments Off on Silver Lines
the sun still shines
on cloudy days
in silvered lines
define
~the haze~
the sun still shines
its warmth behind
in hidden rays
in silvered lines
bedewing clime
where sight is razed
the sun still shines
though grand design
is shadowed maze
in silvered lines
of sky
and phrase
the sun still shines
in silvered lines.
©Karen Robiscoe
August 25, 2014 Comments Off on Point A
waves stem from world’s core
gather, pulse & crest
scattering to know the shore
~
complexity no more–
the one, dispersed & separate
waves stem from world’s core
~
–a spinning molten ore
–a chaos measureless
scattering to know the shore
~
reach, recede, re’curr
in’ pact harmonious
waves stem from world’s core
~
an affinity of yore
in infinity, so blessed
scattering to know the shore
~
is Nature in full force
is Nature at its best
waves stem from world’s core
scattering to know the shore
©Karen Robiscoe
July 18, 2014 Comments Off on 1
…limbs in symmetry
branch entwined together
the tree is life is we
–the pattern that you see
in cosmic & in nether
limbs in symmetry
–in waterway & leaf
precision yet unmeasured
the tree is life is we
–in every living beast
bloodlines carry feather
limbs in symmetry
–in folio or speech
dynamic, linking letter
the tree is life is we
–is tipping truth of “be”
is vital, vining treasure
limbs in symmetry
tree is life is we.
Karen R.
May 10, 2014 5 Comments
when life has been unkind
–and waves engulfing me…
I tack rewind to find
–sublime
the brine of ancient sea,
when life has been unkind
–and I
find it hard to be…
I tack rewind to find
–the line
of squall–in scrawl recedes…
when life has been unkind
and eye
of hurricane alee…
I tack rewind to find
–high tide
and storm will never meet.
When life has been unkind,
I tack rewind to find…
©Karen Robiscoe
March 18, 2014 10 Comments
She waded at a silent shore,
testing brink of now & then
–and whispered wish for sands before
and missing him a life or more
beyond the shoals of why & when,
She waded at a silent shore
as sirens will a sea implore,
on weighted buoy of hope & yen
–and whispered wish for sands before
that any tide, or swearing for
could e’re undo, nor change amend,
She waded at a silent shore
impelled to seek by deepest core,
confusing, fixed phenomenon
–and whispered wish for sands before
for beacon lost atop a moor
that trumped all start & stayed all end
She waded at a silent shore
–and whispered wish for sands before…
©Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: That’s Amore
March 6, 2014 Comments Off on Castles Made of Sand
Eye am that the seen
unique to me–will last.
Live in Spired dreams
sailing weaves
– words as my mast
Eye am that the seen
–greener than green
> future & past <
live in Spired dreams
built on beaches…
–beaches of glass–
Eye am that the seen
tragic & sweet
wanton or chaste
live in Spired dreams
merging with Stream
beyond the Morass
Eye am that the seen
live in Spired dreams.
©Karen Robiscoe
March 4, 2014 12 Comments
the rain restores
what lightning strikes
so let it pour
let mighty Thor
his hammer smite
the rain restores
a battered shore
-with rising tide-
so let it pour
thus all that’s torn
and wrecked revives
the rain restores
and heals dolour
and eases mind
the rain restores
so let it pour.
©Karen Robiscoe
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