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original WWW
what–when–why
original number sign
1,2,3…
original grid
original hashtag
original LOL
I’ve left my brain
–logically speaking—
in a lurch
…
my write brain
overloaded
scrambling
ambidextrous in the aftermath
(thank God math’s over)
so
I
seduced
induced
created a mock-up mind
smoke, mirrors
(so status quo)
and hot air
(for that must-have popcorn popper)
kinda like a pontoon that isn’t fully inflated
(it won’t win any Stanley cups)
and like any jerried Rig, there are
…ahh
deficiencies
mutations
complications…
cortical bridge overwhelmed by
bawling
bellowing
billowing boat
that plays havoc with recall
and port to port cargo
(I ship you not)
©Karen Robiscoe
after the rain
do you see the bow?
or do you track mud,
wherever you go…
–in steps you don’t measure
–in boots made for walking
in loops,
but not lines,
that don’t lead to treasure?
& after the trials
are eyes open wider?
or do you walk gauntlet,
always the fighter…
–instincts you don’t curb
–in acts that prolong
in loops,
and in lines,
the thing that disturbs?
& after the strut
do you wait in wings?
of stage that is silent,
or hear angels sing…
–in tones that are gleaming
–where sound and light merge
in lines,
but not loops,
of lyrics redeeming?
since after the reign
& after all glory
a new page begins,
–and so does your story…
©Karen Robiscoe
A lil what-what this A.M. An essay I wrote was accepted for publication by journal: Meat for Tea. So yay. I am obviously seeing the rainbow today! Wishing the same for all would beez ought there. Pizza Out….
Chased by dangerously quick leaves,
sundowners
~caress~
&
–withdraw—
and I seek the pOetry Owl in vane…
Not his look,
–but allure–
lore just a given,
Measured
by Muse,
headlights heckle the gloam,
but can’t stop
-free’ing
–verse
—that–
—-finds me at last.
…a star-crossed seduction…
& wind Howls at
divided path
decided,
but sundowners
,still,
as sundowners
will
‘calming with the balm
of mid-September,
a Neverland
wandered,
an
Ēlýsion
remembered…
…
we were both gods,
you & I,
–you forgot—
wind gales & gusts
its lyric lines Musical
and adrift I sail,
in
thought
-full-
r i f t l e s s,
Cee
the unmapped
dared to disCover,
‘Big Dipper
eating up foothills
by the spoon.
©Karen Robiscoe