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in TranSit

 

run_run

I am on my way to Whelm, and hope to arrive soon as

I have been going Over it most of my life

 

It seems I Under

Estimated Standing along the way

And found myself In

Capable hands that took me–

 

A

Stray–

 

To its bosom,

And that seemed enough

Given I was so often A

Lone

 

©Karen Robiscoe

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/overwhelming/

Flicker

fireballI was on a Nero pathway

well, not quite that dark…

or bright depending on proximity to Italian BBQ,

still.

diverted from route,

I tried to find

a neuro pathway

–that lies–

between naps

and was tolerable.

After traversing all these roads, though,

I found them all

too traveled

too beaten,

or too rote,

and after tearing up the tarmac

–in my mind

I carved another way.

Footpath

at first,

Gravel Road

next,

there was no option for

Bored Walk,

and no loss, that.

The next step is slurry

which can’t be hurried,

since the workers are sporadic

–city workers, you know,

(4 standing around

“supervising”

and 1 doing the actual work)

I’ll finish it eventually,

–my roundabout way–

since I am tired

of exiting

in Roam.

flame

OR.

. . .

Such a little word

. . .

–and an operating

(room)

no matter how you slice it.

Dividing 2

different scenarios

in 2 characters

it guarantees

2 divergent

outcomes

. . .

(or not)

Or

 

the Bunny, the Moth, and the Closet

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We all know about

the wardrobe…

–with lions, kids, and witches–

but less is known,

about the zone,

that houses other stitches,

I posit

closet

leads to Odds,

as End to wardrobe glitches

–no slippers needed

just a beaded–

bag of silver fishes.

Since land of Odds

conceals the paws,

attached to noisome Wall’Rust…

a beastly mold,

on clothes of old,

and dampness

turned to crust

–this Wall’Rust sentry

bars all entry–

unless you fill his guts…

with silver fishes,

brought in dishes,

–Wall’Rust likes such fuss.

In land of garments,

other varmints,

await your visit, too–

not as rare

as tardy hare

are Dusty Bunnies—who

down from garret

beg for care, it

asks a lot of you,

so grab a towel,

to swab the dowel,

and floor to ceiling, too.

Or drop the cloth

and bring a

>Moth<

since winged bugs

have Balls…

they’ll clear your path,

to Odds and back,

and double-check your halls

–where overcoats

hide other roads–

that stretch beyond the Wall

of closet

’cause it

smart to swap

the outer, underall.

by Me

prompt: closet

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