A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


Twist and Twirl…

She mused:
The Blue Danube
Would, maybe,
Be the music
To their dance…

The one they
Waltz to.

Each evening.

Toe to toe.
Matching step for step.

Most days.

And then she’d step
On his toes.

As he traced
The same trajectory.

She, the rebel
In his arms.
Loving it there-
But maybe not
The dance, anymore.

The light in her eyes,
It grew distant –
Her fingers tracing
Absent patterns
On his shoulder
Her chin tucked under his.

Musing –
On the pretty, pretty
That Love creates.
Delicate, binding.

All the same,
A Gilded Cage.

Yet she would dance.

Even if she…

No longer sang.

6-7 April, 2017

Day#7 of #Napowrimo, 2017 – National Poetry Writing Month 2017 🙂

The Blue Danube, here 🙂 In case you want to soak in this beautiful music 🙂