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.


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