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Silver Lines

 suncloudy

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

Point A

ocean heart

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

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bare_tree

…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.

 

Squall

 
 

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

 
 

Shore-brake

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

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

 
 

Chants of Rain

 
 

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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