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Miss Piggy’s Ears

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To change is a daring.

A test of the will.

It’s tearing–

 

what’s still, repairing

–the built.

To change is a daring.

 

Unburying

tilled; returning to mill.

It’s tearing–

 

the known, & varying

skill.

To change is a daring

 

–of action & bearing–

~of sow into silk~

It’s tearing–

 

unerring,

the ilk, & the guild.

To change is a daring.

It’s tearing.

In case you've forgotten what they look like...:)

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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…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.

 

Dime Novel (minus 9 cents, and also the novel)

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Lit•ter•od•dy

Persons who compulsively wad annotated papers into balls, tossing them near–but not in–a waste basket. Pronounced under the breath, and with a trace of disgust, Litteroddy can be used in the gerund form.

Ex: Getting my Litteroddy on…

is perfectly acceptable vernacular.

You might say it’s spectacular vernacular, and for the final sense of my 2 cents, might I invite you to BUY and TRY and READ my poem: Good Penny. A villanelle published in Steamticket: A Third Coast Review (a literary journal compiled by the fine folkerie in University at Wisconsin) I am in good contextual company in this anthology featuring fictions, essays, poetry, & art. Available in print and possibly digital, maybe extra-centsory, and absolutely through the link included below.

Steam Ticket: A Third Coast Review

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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

 
 

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