May 14, 2014 
2 Comments
a Writer’s palette is self.
Life-colored Hues
daub
grey canvas–
–yours.
Delicate or bold,
a Writer’s white admits black–
–animating Nothing.
AKA everything
rendering Dynamic masterpieces
that shape shift
to Hat size.
©Karen Robiscoe
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Wash Day (originally published: Handful of Dust, vol#7)
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
May 9, 2014 2 Comments
Solitude’s
an attitude
it isn’t rude
but practice–
of truth denude
in interlude
to muddle
thru the madness.
In this respect
a disconnect
is no neglect of faction,
nor mutiny
but scrutiny,
producing
new abstractions..
©Karen Robiscoe
May 8, 2014 2 Comments
the hype
I type
could be
asswipe–
the tales
I tell are gold.
No “perbole”
to verbally–
related
truths of Olde…
a Musing dotes
on Annexed Folk
to channel all the told
then poet rote
reviews my Spoke
–and Pens a
fool’s gold.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 8, 2014 1 Comment
under guise
–and in furor–
meet my eyes
in the mirror,
I’ll surprise
you still nearer,
when you Nod…
As you rest
~I will spirit~
in abstract
you will hear it,
in your ears
like a lyric,
you forgot…
In a dream
* and a vision *
missing scheme
minus schism,
the unseen
side of prism,
can be sought…
By the wise
> in reflection <
this surprising
connection,
will escape
all detection–
by the Gods.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 8, 2014 7 Comments
Everyone needs
to own a red car…
with drop top
and torque
and room for rock stars–
with woofers
and tweeters
and spinners galore–
with pick up
performance
and four on the floor–
with seats made
from buckets
and engine that roars–
like moment in time
that red cars are for…
Yes, every last one of us
needs a red ride!
a corvette
of crimson
is passage in life.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 7, 2014 18 Comments
Traveling one day,
from point B to A
a backward relay
–passing letters…
Glancing at C
Lighting up D
those artful graphemes
just got better…
I sent out an E!
No F words, but G!
Just look at these things
they’re so squiggly!
H, I, J, K…
and JK is great!
What L indicates
–when you’re giggly…
M, N, O, P,
was operative, see
was best M O D
for an answer,
to question Q posed
since Q‘s one of those
letters P goes with
for standard…
The rest of my trip
went by so quick
before I knew Y
I was sleeping–
‘catching some Z‘s…
before a repeat…
As right after A
there’s B keeping!
©Karen Robiscoe
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