Bittersweet Thoughts on a Morning Walk

Charmed Chaos

Jet Trails: Mesa, AZ. 2021

“Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.”

Joanne Harris,Chocolat

Through the open window drifts
deep melancholy notes
As an unseen cellist plays a familiar song
‘Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah’
And all at once I’m struck
with a heartspur so profound
as the scent of pine rosin alters the air.

Time falls away…
Vague memories become clear…

The way your hands held the hardwood bow
with measured strokes, never missing a note
As it glided across the strings of your guitar
And then how those same calloused masterful hands
with tenderness, caressed my silken hair
leaving my innocent heart exposed; bare
-Bittersweet indeed

Author’s Note: I am hosting dVerse Poetics today- the last one of the year. The pub opens at 3 PM EST- Come join us!
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics: The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

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