Tag Archives: DP

Do Over

beez_pleeze

clammy hands

racing heart

shivers

← there →

→ to here ←

knocking knees

sound like bees

buzzing in my ear…

instant chill

feeling ill

standing ends of

/ hair /

sweat runs cold

lose control

tripping over air…

mouth is dry

breath—a sigh,

eyes are fixed to ground

thoughts

~confused~

words refuse

.to form.

when you’re around…

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: nervous

Echo, echo, echo (location)

Girl_Runner_shadow

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

More Karen’ee Goodness

vanity copy

If I could clone myself

~I would~

to

me,

myself ,

&

I…

a trinity

affinity

–1 shy

–1 high

–1 spry.

 

The bashful me

would write the dream!

And dream up what I write…

Safely tucked,

away from stuff,

annotating life…

 

The loaded me

would make headlines!

To augment lines in head…

Fully charged,

& livin’ large,

steppin’ off the edge…

 

The nimble me

would walk the wire

between this

pair o’ dox…

impressive feet

from number 3

–a Rebel without Socks.

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: clone your own

Eden’s Eastside

 

I wanna go

to Cannery Row

ride my Red Pony

~cantering slow~

–Travelin’ with Charley—

a fellow who knows…

Steinbeck, the author

a scribblin’ pro.

 

We’ll meet him

near Eden

just East of idyll–

I’ll sweet talk

and greet him

and ask if he will…

embellish my history

–so run of the mill—

and rewrite my life lines

with his skillful quill…

 

I’ll ply him with Grapes

not Wrathful: fermented!

whatever it takes

’til’ bio’s cemented,

The facts lightly fudged

to proper extent, so

ending reveals

a Pearl of content,

and Zeitgeist disguises

its lack of event.

 

The background

will foreground!

and crises turn pages…

description

encryption

from infant to aged

Yes, John is the man

to record my diction

of life I have lived

a creative non-fiction.

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: ghostwriter

dba Moonlight

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

Workin’ at clerkin’

a skill that I’d master

an artform

that’s patently

blatently

vaster

than rifling papers

or handling

cash

or picking up phones

as drone paid to answer

FAQs from the masses

at bottom of

“latter”

 
 

I’d climb up

those

r

-u

–n

—g

—-s

like peers that predate me

as fast as I could

but don’t try to rate me

I’d square up with light

in energized weight, flee

mind-numbing work

much sooner than late, see

if Einstein could do it

what might my fate be?

 
 

Else I’d choose

buildin’

to (round out)

my profile

constructin’ the frameworks

and layin’ the tiles

since hammers and nails

are still somewhat vital

and carpentry’s prideful

to take on as title

besides my friend Jesus

could back up my bio.

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: second job

Never say Never

nunofthis

I never want to miss

the now

nor second stroke of lightning

not boiling pots

not mindful thoughts

nor goals met quite untimely

If that were so

I’d rather go

to Never-lands more likely

 

I never want to challenge death

nor wait upon tomorrow

no ducking love

nor bridesmaid gloves

nor lending things to borrow

if that were state

I’d pack suitcase

and never know such sorrow

 

Yes, “never” word’s

a bitch, I’ve heard

a gauntlet said not traveled

since “never” prate

seduces fate

and Nature wins most gambles

in future then

be wary when

the never word is babbled.

Karen Robiscoe

prompt: never say never

 

idioms used–or–Where’s Waldo:

Now or never

Lightning never strikes twice

A watched pot never boils

never mind

Better late than never

Never-never land

Never say die

Tomorrow never comes

Tis better to have loved & lost than never to have loved at all

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride

Never a lender or borrow be

and that’s why he needed an Ark

 

the sea went missing

way before Moses,

~evaporated~

I supposes,

returning to

a cloudy sky–

–leaving desert

high & dry,

compelling

would-be

could-be

swimmers,

surfers

waders

skinny

dippers,

skiers

sailors

cruise ship

skippers,

to wait for

rainfall

tied in bow-ses,

ahead

of skimmin’

l’eau

with toe-ses.

wave

©Karen Robiscoe

prompt: gone missing