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Echo, echo, echo (location)

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I didn’t feel alone today

the minute I awoke…

It’s just that I lacked company,

so to myself I spoke

–and there’s the rub,

and them’s the breaks,

awaiting some reply–

no voice intoned,

no, just my own,

exhaling in a sigh…

 

I didn’t note

a lack of love,

enough to raise alarm,

no rounded shoulder

~hanging over~

swinging, empty arms,

 

and later on

–I didn’t miss

a second, as I strolled,

deserted shores

no, all the more

grit to chafe my sole…

 

I didn’t wish

to share my dish

when dining then at night,

I washed my plate

no aftertaste

from unexpected bites.

 

I didn’t feel alone today

the minute I awoke…

It’s just that I lacked company

so to myself I spoke.

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: “when is the last time you felt alone

After a Coupla’ Days…

a good (ish) reblog…;)

Un-palette-able

My breath was held

and I felt blue–

–seeing red

no rosy view

stirred me up some purple text

shaded sh*t—the color next

yellow belly

eying green

black as hell

and twice as mean….

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

©Karen Robiscoe

 

Archi-texture

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the Walls have ears–

from the

-eaves

–dropping

—down,
 
to the

shut her up.

But don’t take my word for it….

raise the roof,

&

see for yourself.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

 

Re: Dial

Dialing the right number is important, but so is dialing the right phone….

Red_phone

sell phone = telemarketer

courtesy phone = Miss Manners

pay phone = 1-900 calls

iPhone = me

android = R2D2

touchtone = Simon

saxophone = musicians

Dial up = dirtbag

landline = city surveyor

micro•phone = short people

mega•phone = tall people

cordless = new parents

headphone = shrink

Vous-Deux

The doll liked the

view, dude,

not the

voo-doo,

>stuck through the rut of that<

a deja view if ever there was one….

Sunday-Sunday-Sunday

–a day Jah views as best, but remember:

Nobody likes the same vu ahead of them

not really

not unless they’re trying to catch up with it….

©Karen Robiscoe

 

…but for a Moor

Swathed in albatross boa,

indenture

(far too young)

&

–missing anchor—

I drift

Neither weighted down,

nor grounded—

I strand

(eventually)

.

Nowhere bridge

burning

oil•spill•fierce

behind

me~

fireball

©Karen Robiscoe