Desperately Seeking Tom Robbins

November 3, 2013 by Charron's Chatter 3 Comments

 
 
hidden me

I moved to Hidden Valley

since life became distressing

on the table

on the label

under words that spell: Ranch-Dressing.

 
 

The fields are ripe for harvest

the planted rows are green

—the veggies are

like candy bars!

And everything’s so clean.

 
 

The people there are sparkling

their joie de vivre plain

the ice cream treats

are made from beets

the kind that never stain.

 
 

The sky is always sunny

the clouds just fluffy balls

the only rain

organic grain

no GMO’s at all.

 
 

Maybe come tomorrow

I’ll hike toward bright horizon

follow sun

when salad’s done

see what’s behind the hyphen.

©Karen Robiscoe

 
 

POETRY

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3 Responses to “Desperately Seeking Tom Robbins”

  1. I HAVE A VOICE November 5, 2013 at 2:39 am

    You’re full of Scottish wit! Are you Scottish or Irish English dearest? You’re a real talent! Lovingly yours~ Debbie

    • Charron's Chatter November 5, 2013 at 4:17 pm

      Hey Deb–no, Prussian and Polish–if you can trust “genealogy dot com” or wherevs–my existing sister is into that stuff. I say existing because we are not close at all anymore. The thing with Diane kinda ruined a lot.

      thanks for coming by. I am offline, mostly, right now–dealing with a lot of stuff.

  2. Charron's Chatter June 17, 2014 at 3:23 pm

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