Charm on my arm of

hope, full of scope, no time ya know…

rope me in, that’s fine.

~~~

On a dime, puckered lime

remembering the time charms

lost. Fell. Dread.

~~~

On a dime, sweet as time..

charms on my wrist began to list..

..all that was right, true.

~~~

Balance charms on a dime

puckering sweet,

outlines trying and triumphs.

~~~

Give, take…add a bead.

Exists at same time…

..charmed yet not charmed all the same line.

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Submitted as part of One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday

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