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Back With the Wind

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Once upon a movie, morphing,

into reel and change important

many a disappointing endings I’d seen before

there projecting, plot rewriting, a better line for Rhett—uniting

southern belle and he, despite propensity to be a boor,

To turn on heel and close the door,

To give a damn, and nothing more.

 
 

Succinctly I rephrased, final words to leave unscathed

their Dixie land Union to wedded bliss, and end their war,

Eagerly applied erase—white out, too, to wipe all trace

from the film and so replace—the fallen face that Scarlett wore

the spoiled and crimson maiden whom the populace called a whore,

Nameless here for evermore.

 
 

Hack (I was) to alter script– utterance, by Rhett, the dick

lines the Author chose that left poor Scarlett on the floor,

Retelling and reshaping, endings glad at final taping,

thereby changing, and replacing final sense of great dolor,

to viewers choice, it was no chore,

to regale Wind at least once more.

 
 

By that edit at couple’s parting, I guaranteed a sequel starting,

with counseling and compromise unlike before,

perception checking every time, something irked or someone whined,

teaching them to heed the signs—of discontent the other stored,

to shut their beaks when shutting would restore accord,

Quoth the Rewrite: evermore.

©Karen Poe-biscoe

daily prompt: Inside my favorite movie

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Hur Crutch

windy_5

at hurricane’s center,

it’s best to have

a portable fan

–preferably your most ardent—

since adulation is hard to come by

and that wind-blown look is

all the rage.

yes, the eye might want

beholder,

to brighten in the manner of

sockets

since electricity is hard to harness

and sparks fly left

uncaged.

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Strip Mine

sexy_free
 
free verse

isn’t free

it

costs

everything,

a collaged intuition

and sonnets are no cheaper.

gotta give ‘im props
 
 
 
phonetic dance that strips

–laying bare–

the front

nice vessels!

and façade

Vesuvius

and tasseled tender spots

‘til only pasty flesh remains

as obliquely dressed populace watches…

sounding the words out loud

making it rain

Chucking bucks

and killing

the wagging dog

that mirrors reflect

Hard Soap…Soft Water

vanity-copy
 
at day’s end, I

ablute—like any good girl, I

remove,

rinsing my eyes

with glue

>a staple<

to fix the tearing problem I’ve developed, I

wipe away.
 
 
washing mud, smoke, and stars from them

with full-grown oil,

cracking kaleidoscope lens,

I replace.

brushing my tongue with soap

lye soap

to tone down the acid situation there

that’s a step away from vulgarity, a chronic condition your dentist can’t fix

linguist either

I garble.

gargling and flossing with candy

that helps, I

release the bunnies.

combing through

my do

(and don’t)

loosening

moose, rats, hare, and beehive

and any any

number of small would land creatures, I

catch.

when they do land

business end up, wouldn’t you know it,

right near my snarled ends…

©Karen Robiscoe

related:

No Make Up

Unspoken Sparklers

Take a Picture of This

A Frame
 
I have

A-frame

(of reference)

for my mood swings!

(finally)
 
 

A move

…er…

well,

like a mover

for my crying

Jag

…er..

Fits

A cure for my

temper,

an app

for my tight,

a muzzle for my

S.O.B.s

after all

and so simple really, as the best solutions always are…

clean eX,

and diction

nary.

With

Pan-i-see-a

better

die’log

a No Styk Pan

featuring Peter

(the sainted)

cookin’

the ‘Book

(at all Gates)

in, on, and around…

to Put it Plainly

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRON's CHATTER
 
Over a million words in the English language

and I think there are more

of which the average person knows 20K

for those of you unfamiliar that’s thousands,
 
 
m’K…

but spews, speaks, lies, and relies on just 3000

and some plum 4 letters

to communicate

the life long

but like

Shakespeare,

Seuss,

and

Burgess,

I need neologistics to adequately

pony this Bolshy Chelloveck,

beseech that preachy Sneetch

and sway thee aught anon

–of droog particular

my only droog

(of choice)