~♥~
CELLO
Playing to me, Cello, inspire a mood…
make it rich, provocative, deep and inviting
~♥~
Reveal the whereabouts of my unassuming lover
Whose undulating waves pique a soulful hunger
End his hesitation, my shyness, imperceptible heat
Translate fiery mysteries incomplete, bittersweet
~♥~
Soon
a well-trod bridge
beckons Cello’s waves across
flowing through lacy window curtains
setting my hopeful heartstrings to soaring
over and through this hot, raging river,
the splendid moat enclosing
a royally regal, right
bountiful
castle
~♥~
Then
my wintry feet
glide together and follow…
crossing the span between, watching
as hands open a dim, weathered annex.
You beckon and smile, to my heartfelt joy
of cello mounting its rising crescendo
bestowing on me a precious gift,
transforming two lovers
rushing to embrace
romancing
afire.
…Carolyn J. Tody
~♥~
Third in the Romancing the Flames series for my romantic friends…
A DreamSculptr Poetry series by Author and DreamSculptr Carolyn Tody © 4/30/2013. All rights reserved.
Extensively adapted from its namesake published in “Small Towns: A Map in Words”
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♥ Cello ~ Inspired by following my long held dream to create a closer tie with the whole theme park experience. This incident happened barely months after simultaneously smashing the glass ceiling into Professional Development and quaking in a Sargasso Sea of broken hearts. You might call this a reset button. When the massive Orlando Disney resort invited me to Florida, I managed to arrange an educational leave from my professional career in Michigan and find a realtor to help sever ties on property keeping me emotionally tied to the past. As luck would have it, I landed in Olde World Antiques in the Magic Kingdom Liberty Square, staring directly across a bridge at the castle whenever my seminar schedule ended. Visitors often mistook me for one of the little dolls lining the Annex wall, while men frequently spent an hour or more chatting with me during quiet times. This experience lasted only a few months. Even so, the window beside me with its lacy curtains nearly drove me crazy with a desire to be let out of ‘prison’ into the sunshine and resume my life. Here, new dreams arose. I began to write. DreamSculpting was born. Coaching came naturally and spellbound coworkers spun away to follow their dreams. Memories too indelible to erase subsided. Cellos joined my musical collection. Moonbeams skipped across the bridge and whispered sweet songs in my ear, their promises carrying me back into mundane life considerably enlightened… and to this very day, just a little wistful at the sound of a cello. ♥ C