Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Saturation of memory

It caught us
unawares. It was unexpected,
a summer shower that cooled off all
but our desire.
My dress, ivory with an array of tiny purple flowers
was thin, and saturated
with the deluge …


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Shadows Fall

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In the silence of the room
vinyl crackles
like some distant message
over a wireless radio. The piano plays
and shadows fall
upon me, the wall, the day.
Twilight beckons,
with fingers of light, its seduction of me
is complete …


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Lock and key

To gain access to the secret
vault of my heart
search not
for key
or magic word, even
I know not what it is …


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

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Briars

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Some labyrinths are found in our minds.
Instead of leafy verdant cover,
binding as steel but soft
beneath the fingers we trail over it,
this boundary is rough. Hewn
from thickets grown of time
and pain. Notched ridges made smooth,
relentless touch a marker of my journey.
I seek reprieve
and escape from what I’ve known.
Prudence mislaid, I stumble
through the warren of my thoughts …


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Sentimental stirrings

Waylaid by sentimental stirrings,
unintentional memories
found folded in my pocket.

The faint scent of those yesterdays
clinging to the paper


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The ticking of silence

The mind becomes a ticking
time bomb, silence
settling like a fog.
Questions have no answers
and the weight of every one of them
smothers
what you do have.
You cannot breathe, for the journey
your mind takes you on
a whirlwind of emotions
you run down rabbit holes
better suited to a tale of Alice
and the person you wish to be
is masked
by this temporary madness …


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

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Saturday Storms

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It’s raining, a drink of water after parched days. The ground was littered with odd drops, scattered randomly, before the thunder came and the heavens opened.

The rain always stops me in my tracks. I wait. I watch. I wonder. And my heart aches with some unfathomable feeling that soaks me to my core with a haunting want 


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Denouement

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The ivories he tickles
are behind her eyes
accidentals touched
strings struck
 …


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Every moment

It defies explanation or definition
yet persists — 
days when it is there, quietly
sitting in the corner
waiting to speak, 
other times

words filling me
with a rush –
images vivid in tone and texture.
What is it that calls my pen to action
my being to yearning …


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Like Air, I’ll Rise

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Like air, I’ll rise
you cannot see me
yet I’m felt
like the wind that whispers your name
or touches you
unexpectedly
a cool caress upon your cheek …

 


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