Kelly Robertson

Joined May 2022

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Wrangler of chaos. Creator of more. Writing whatever my heart desires, from fantasy to poetry and more!

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Weathering the Storm
Dear Patience, It seems we've grown apart, though, in truth, I can't recall A time that I truly felt you at all. Always distant, out of reach
By Kelly Robertson12 months ago in Poets
When Sea Met Sky
Dear Sky, It's easy to recall the day we first met, the way you blushed, the way I swayed. The stars in your eye reflected back in mine
By Kelly Robertson12 months ago in Poets
An Ode to Fur
Dear Cat, Let me count the ways Wait, no, that’s already been done. Perhaps I’ll compare you to… To…to…ugh, nope.
By Kelly Robertson12 months ago in Poets
Reveries of Flight
I worry for Hugin That he might not return, But I worry more for Munin -The Poetic Edda. Grímnismál, stanza 20
By Kelly Robertsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Seaglass
Tipsy tinctures tossed Terrestrial transgression Twirling, twisting Tinkling teal Transforming Through tide and time
By Kelly Robertsonabout a year ago in Poets
Magical Mishaps
Macabre Mordechai's magical mishap morphed modest Milly most mistakenly. Mortified, Milly mooed miserably. "Mispronunciation maybe?" Mordechai mused.
By Kelly Robertsonabout a year ago in Poets
The Coupon Conundrum
There once was a woman named Sharen Who screamed at a store clerk named Darren She wanted him fired Because her coupons expired
By Kelly Robertsonabout a year ago in Poets
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She walked through the noisy aisles of the shelter slowly, weaving her way through the Saturday crowd as non-invasively as possible while still trying to peruse all of the dogs on display. Wherever possible, she knelt down to offer pats, smiling and cooing at the eager occupants wagging their tails. Heartbreak leaked through her smile, meeting the eyes of every dog as though to say, I'd take you all with me if I could.
By Kelly Robertsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Little Blue
Henry hated the aquarium. The loud noises, the crowds, the fishy-fish smell that filled the muggy air. Strange for a penguin to dislike the smell of fish, but alas there was no helping it. Crammed and crowded with so many others nipping and squawking for their share, Henry couldn’t help but feel indignant over the lack of decorum and finesse. They were penguins, after all! The least they could do was show a modicum of respect.
By Kelly Robertsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Early Writing Woes
I asked my lover if he Could read some poetry He said “These really suck!” I said, “Well, you’re out of luck, Because the author who wrote them is me!”
By Kelly Robertsonabout a year ago in Poets
Newfound(land) Joys
My dog thought that it would be funny To come galavanting over like a bunny But he tripped and he slipped Over drool strings that whipped
By Kelly Robertsonabout a year ago in Poets
Tiny Tots and Apple Thoughts
When you were young, you asked me sweetly For an apple peeled up neatly So I obliged And then you cried Because I gave you what you asked for completely.
By Kelly Robertsonabout a year ago in Poets

Kelly Robertson

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Stories (52/0)

Weathering the Storm

When Sea Met Sky

An Ode to Fur

Reveries of Flight

Seaglass

Magical Mishaps

The Coupon Conundrum

SpeakTop Story - March 2023

Little Blue

Early Writing Woes

Newfound(land) Joys

Tiny Tots and Apple Thoughts

Achievements (2)