July 14, 2017 
Comments Off on Glam Track
the train of garment
tailed her,
and tailored tog it was. . .
with cargo cars,
and railed bars,
and smokestacks puffing fuzz.
it wove and wound
–that back of gown
and shimmied fast and loose–
a train to hop,
was freighted frock,
with bustling caboose.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/tailor/
July 13, 2017 1 Comment
Bumble bees
need only see
far as flower
to a tree
certain Bumbles
always drive
back and forth
from the hive
so if you
glimpse a bee in specs
clear the path
flag the deck
ruffle petals
where they stand
help a Bumble
when you can.
May 21, 2017 1 Comment
it’s not
good
to be
un-moored
un-less
–you are
also
non-plussed
since 2 negatives
cancel each other out
+
leaving you
plus
more!
(more or less)
prompt: unmoored
April 28, 2017 Comments Off on Well Maid Peace
my lacquer,
is knackered,
is chipped, nicked and finished–
and clear,
my veneer
is dulled and diminished…
shellack
from
verknack
is cracking—no joke!
my varnish
so tarnished,
there’s no anecdote…
yes, I’ve lost
my gloss
tossed wrenches unneeded,
explains why
my wolf cry
is lately unheeded…
with bluster, though
luster grows
finding way back
to un-knick
my knacker,
and polish with wax,
a layer
mixing prayer
with skin newly formed…
in animate
laminate
patina unworn.
prompt: knackered
March 23, 2017 Comments Off on End Trophy
Over
coming
the
tic
in
addiction,
the
rot
in
neurotic,
and
the
itch
in
chaotic
–is no easy task.
But
worth
pursuing.
prompt: symptom
March 20, 2017 Comments Off on New? Close!
–lost the
lever from my clever,
lately missing
latch to pull,
–tossed
ideally
from my dealie
and I no longer cull,
any
insight
–and sh*t!
out write
now my sentences are dull…
trying
boldness,
for this oldness,
til’ half
empty
is half-full.
prompt: label
March 20, 2017 Comments Off on Out of Style
a barker at market
marketing parkas
told me to park it
beneath his marquee…
Remarking my burqa
was yesterday’s jerkin
and hurtin’ for certain
the way I’m perceived…
Shaking out tunic
in shaking down movement
he barked that most sheiks
are taken with frayed
–fringes and edges
as long as alleged
unraveling hems
are finest of suede…
Then trading my jacket
in bartering racket
before I could counter
my coat was replaced,
by fast talking honcho
hawking pseudo-suede ponchos
to passing by pawns
showing poor fashion taste.
©Karen Robiscoe
prompt: label
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