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Catching Nemo

clown / anemone (ish)

Anemone

is anime

anonymously

(into me)

>onto me<

and fond of me

an amphipiron entity

–whose tenancy

has tendencies–

toward mutual identity…

Phenomenal

affinity

& legacy

of chemistry…

Proprieties

beneath the sea,

illuminates totality…

a harmony

quite heavenly

>for all that it’s biology<

a tendril friending

finned fishy

is fail-safe

& seaweed-free…

a calming frond

in frantic sea

Atlantic, Pac’

& all between

host mise en scènes

of empathy…

boast symbiosis salty-sweet

~show decency~

for you & me…

 

©Karen Robiscoe

Past Tension

 

Be vigilant

as Presents pass

as you age

and time goes fast

) uncaging (

↓ Hands ↑

of Death

>that grasp<

Watch carefully

for portents…

Yesterdays

Will come too soon

remember when’s

In empty rooms

Galloping toward your

own doom

a taunting mean

of morbid

Without

the warmth

Of bloodlines own–

–Concerns and care

of family known–

–the hearth ♥ that makes

A house

 a home

Wrought over Time—

–is torment.

pocketwatch

©Karen Robiscoe

 

Paint by SrebmuN

pen-and-pallet

My paint box is bursting

with wondrous hues

compared to acceptable

beiges and blues

insipid & vapid

the colors in use

no grey

on that palette

to shade in a ruse

as bland as a ballad

that’s been Auto-tuned

a voice

full of static

that’s softened & soothed

a palate

so pallid

it’s salad and soup

all nail

and no mallet

to hammer the view

aPath

so invalid

so frickin’ less avid

that matte, painter’s palette that never fell thru

→ the Gloss →

to join rabbit

now daubing that truth…

©Karen Robiscoe

 

 

H, 2, 0..?

Charrons Chatter dba Karen Robiscoe or whatevs

water is just

>phatter air<

a go-to

full of O, too,

in that respect

we’re fish laid bare

the H

shared straw

to l’eau thru,

it’s logic, then

that Hell’s

the same

a thicker frame

of reference

while heavens might

just be D-light

might be inside the O, too.

©Karen Robiscoe

Sounds Write

der-de-der

crOssing Eyes

& doTTy Tease

is polka-dotted author

–glossy lies

&

naughty-spOts

of

–truth

is what I offer…

braided weave

~ nOt saint ~

≠ nOr beast ≠

but all that Arcs between ’em

will plait

my creeds

distinct degrees

while rOping in new meaning…

©Karen Robiscoe

Daily Prompt: How I’ll Become Famous

Motel ∞

colleseum
 
He was her emotional

whore

a crutch

that fixes
 
 
 
 
the worst kept

(impeccable dream)

Quickie

to a•Muse

for a rhyme

as she—he

but her tricks

>while heady<

left her

crumpled as

towels long thrown

tacky, too

like neOn

arrowing eXits

from an

eLephant show

pink, grey,

in house & out

but stage struck by grieF

a hard act to follow with credible bravado,

Hotel California…

*pOOf*

caned her, but collected her,

like those little shampoos

and soaps you never use–

curtain-calling the lather of a

1 man show.

©Karen Robiscoe