Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Un coeur un hiver

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We leave our hearts in the snow,
no last goodbyes left
to melt the ice clinging to the edges.
I wonder if is it possible to lose it all —
heart, mind, soul,
in a single breath —
the one you took with that kiss 

 


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

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©Christine Kelly 2020

Photograph: my own

 


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Eodem

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We breathe in waves,
inhale
exhale;
the ebb and flow
of all we say,
fluid as water.
But what lies hidden
in unspoken thoughts —

 


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

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©Christine Kelly 2020

Photograph: my own


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Reverie

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Morning glimpsed
behind a curtain
shaft of light
dancing
upon a headboard
dust motes
alighting
a stillness disturbed
fingers slowly
moving over warm skin
mine for yours
awakening
to thoughts, desire
curling around me
and 
within, a band
tightening
every revolution
intensifying
every stroke
a lover’s wish
shattering restraint in a rush of sound
a bitten lip
the lingering mark
of your possession

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An overthinking heart

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The mind overthinks
and the heart stutters
in that moment
between pause and panic.
How we yearn
and bargain
for distant dreams …


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

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©Christine Kelly 2019

Photo by Daniel Monteiro on Unsplash


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Dressed in violet

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Once again I find you,
betwixt thoughts
and between breaths. A pull
as inexplicable as the way sunlight
shimmers upon Midwestern wheat,
this Autumn day. With memory
more than ephemeral …

 


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

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©Christine Kelly 2019

Photo by Glenn Carstens-Peters on Unsplash


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Inscrutable

Have you ever lost yourself in velvet dreams?

Those that blanket the small
hours of the night, cocooned
in everything the mind shutters
while awake.
Dreams
inscrutable in the light of day,
message unread,
a fragment of memory
we ache
to retain.


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

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©Christine Kelly 2019

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash


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Leaves for the leaving

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A sweet October wind touches me

as sunlight trails a lovers

kiss across my skin;

the trees dance their last dance

before winter.

Leaves for the leaving.

A bittersweet farewell in umber,

the fall of red and gold

imbued with the longing

of a parting kiss.

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