Armchair Warrior

Charron's Chatter is your source for humorous writing and great fiction

the grave

won’t find me

–ever bind me

pristine to its shroud…

I’ll go all bruised

–and scarred, I choose

to live my life out loud.

My legs off-road

my hands just holds

for fishing poles or Frisbees

my arms reach high

to catch that fly

but chances are it missed me.

Diana’s eye

is mine

when I

fit a bow to shaft

the bull is


with eyesight fierce

a vision before draft.


~with cage~



skip stones–I never roll ’em,

I bike terrain

extreme, but tame

a fearless, try-it, woman.

No way

I’m goin’

taggin’ to’in’

any unused parts

I’ll play my hardest

’til the stardust

claims me




©Karen Robiscoe

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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