Charm me, darling
Perchance I forget
“Behind every song is an untold story,” he said.
With a gentle nudge
He whispered, “Come dance.”
The notes began from silence
And in the still, I fell
Drunk on him
Time signatures filled the room
Apollo cradled Calliope
As the music played on
Lyrics overtook me
Words slipped like honey from my tongue
I spoke
Of never-ending summers
Starry nights, we chased till dawn
Of sea shells and ocean waves
A siren’s lilting song
Candle lit moments
Before time left me wondering,
Is there any poetry left?
He pulled me closer
As the music played on
Music painted on silence
Gave wings to my soul
Strong magic
Lifted me from the ashes
He kissed my broken
Poured the poetry back in
As the music played on
~ Apollo and Calliope
Category: beautiful words
Second Star
You are a dose of agelessness
A place where time stands still
My second star to the right
A slice of Neverland
And when doubt tore my wings
Leaving me stranded on the edge of imagination
You reached back and said, “Roadtrip.”
~ Letters Tied With Ribbon
The sultry voice of a woman filled the small room. Notes rose, hit the ceiling, dropped. Words teased and enchanted as they wrapped humanity. “The High Priestess of Soul” punched the tiny kitchen with passion and spirit, nestled herself into every corner, tucked inside each drawer.
Absorbed in the magic, he forgot last night, forgot time. The notes brought dignity into the room. He bowed, gripped the counter and let his troubles slip off bone.
~ Maybe Love Will Save Us
The Dream Room
It’s All Temporary
Close your eyes, darlin’
Rest your weary head
Choose the slow lane to the middle of night
Collect your stars and far away things
Linger in the moments
Til I edge you back to dawn
~ Grace Writes
A Moment
Their moments were fleeting; at times, raw. This, was that moment.
“Annie?”
She giggled. A child’s head popped up from beneath the table. His daughter, a sprite of girl straightened and met his stare. A paper doll dangled from her fingertips. The style of doll was familiar; he knew Jacqueline had sketched it, had painted in the model like features and cut it to form.
“I didn’t see you,” he laughed. “How long have you been here?”
Annie shrugged.
She was his light beam; her smile tamed darkness.
In that moment she charmed him. Feet planted, Annie straightened and dared: stay. Her ruffled blonde hair, wide bangs cut short, and one off- centered, green eye, opened wide; he had noticed her tricks.
Instantly, Annie lowered her head and the spell was broken.
He crouched beside her. Gently, his fingertips smoothed the tussled strands of her hair into place. He cupped her dimpled chin and waited for her to look up. When she did, he traced the freckled path along her cheekbone. Surgical tape stuck to the skin above her left eyebrow. One edge of the tape had lifted. Carefully, his fingertip pressed the errant corner into place. He knew she hated the eye patch, always picked at the edges to get free of the gauze covering.
He lingered in that moment. She was his black cat bone, his good luck charm.
Poetic Prose
“His Plymouth navigated home on the blade edge of moonlight, that fine line before the razor-sharp steel slices through darkness, revealing the thin leaf of dawn.”
Grace Writes
Words that Matter
“And in that moment he knew this truth: he’d damn well shoot stars straight out of the sky for her.”
~ Grace Writes
