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Cupola Thoughts…

castle
a Muse, he lived

in·time

closer than skin

in·form

light years across

in·spires

of missed

–when he leaves—

and every

ah-hah

moment vanishes…

echoing

near audibly

away…

draining l’eau from mirage,

and eyes from

~seas~

No waxing moon to shimmer

reflection in des’pond

–nor ponder–

no direction in de’sign

–nor diction–

nor lyre’s melody

in write ear,

~nor fan· to·see unfolding~

and speech is just left.

Left as speech.

simply spoken

with·out·landed wonder,

functional phrase

or

whispered whimsy,

matter-of-fact.

©Karen Robiscoe

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the sense after 5

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

eye

never shun

intuition

in the third place

my

second sight

perceives

in two’s

the stuff fleeting

glance can’t peruse

in the first place

not once, but twice

the time upon

though first impressions linger

irksomely …

War-drobe

Equi-knocks

thread_rolls
 
despite all her sewing

and all her weeping
 
She seemed-stressed—

her·vest outgrown

and the crop

circular, which meant little to

a grounded person

unlike herself

but much to

God-driven

chariots—

an odd conveyance with which to plough,

and more cumbersome still than camels’

when it came time to gather

yucca

and re-thread

that needled

eye.

What is it–Office Sir?

office meIf you want to be happy in your job–

–pick the place you work.

–don’t let it pick you.

don’t delay until a: “help wanted” sign

hangs,

don’t look for a classified

add,

don’t bother with word of mouth, or wait for an

opening,

go there

in person.

–in your Monday best

–in swagger you put on–

–in dress shoes that impress–

(leaving loafers in the closet)

your

resume

just the >teeniest<

bit fudged.

what else, what else, what else!

for God’s sake know the date,

& bring a pen…

Spell your name rite,

spell the company’s name rite,

and above all–

–complement!

complement

where complement’s

do.

 

©Karen Robiscoe

 

 

Daisy May…

daisy4

a gardener by trade

& indispensable,

he liked to arrange flowers

after hours,

and had his pick…

birds in paradise

forgotten nots

and rosebuds

by the dozen

grafts, too

the only

blossom

he favored

(for lapel)

half-plucked—

tearing too easily

& every shed petal

whispering:

I love you

as it falls to his feet

(making arrangements challenging)

a ringless poesie

in need of center.

 ©Karen Robiscoe