April 5, 2015 
Poetry’s a party
with soul.
Paper invite
writ on wool.
emoted, noted, spoken, coded
a load of odes,
or so I’m quoted…..
a bon vivant
who’s on a role…
a Bard’s a card
who cuts the stack.
Top to bottom.
King to jack.
jotted, blotted, thought & plotted
hot in spots,
if she’s besotted…
a raconteur
to shuffle pack…
Tale Tellers
crochet weave.
Darn a yarn
of make-believe.
distort order without border,
knit two-bits
into a quarter…
a priceless stole
of all perceived…
a Melody’s
the sounding bell.
Wordless note
of notes that knell.
nixing, fixing, and remixing,
harmonies
that every pitch,
is suited with
a lyric meld…
©Karen Robiscoe
prompt: yarn
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