Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Tangled narrative

my words can,

at times,

be a tender confessional

of needs and wants,

of memories and fantasy,

or sometime a rush of spleen

as I unveil myself

publicly

and privately;

but most often they are

a tangled narrative

that finds me

firmly

at the center,

pulling at edges

that have kept me rooted

and wilting

for far too long

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Imbibe

deep persuasion

words drunk like wine

intoxicating my soul

hastening my fall

as I imbibe

every

breathless

word

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Vintage girl

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Vintage girl

found within sepia stained pages.

Bound to a life

she was never meant to live.

Dutiful exploits

catalogued inside,

pages

curled over time,

color

seeping from the edges.

she pushes at boundaries.

Her mind,

her soul,

ready to be more than one shade

of alive.

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Devour

I would devour every moment

With gusto

Wiping my hand across my mouth

Like a heathen

My eyes bright

With sublime satisfaction

Ready for more

I don’t care if it’s sloppy

Without eloquence

I want to partake

In all manner

Civil

Or not

This feral need

Bursting at the seams

A blistering anticipation

For my senses

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Loneliness has a voice

When loneliness becomes the voice you are heard in,

it alters what you say

and what others hear. 

Is there a way to pull light through that darkness?

To make what has becomes a smothering blanket

into a coat that you cast off easily…

Or does it inform every thought, response, word

going forward,

the mantle of that experience forever changing

how you view the world

and how it views you…

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Flourish

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I am not a rose on parade

for your viewing pleasure

a treasure to be kept

under lock and key.

I am meant to be touched

softness under your fingertips

curves to be mapped

a scent to be savoured

a mind to be explored

thoroughly.

I am not delicate.

I am lush and vivid

with a colour that lasts longer

than first blush.

I will not wilt without the sun.

I will not thirst without the rain.

I will flourish

again and again

through each weathering storm,

a rose

in winter.

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Shadow garden

There was created

within her

a shadow garden

where sunlight never fell

and all that bloomed

was what was never wanted.

She kept each blossom close,

nurturing them with cold fingers

starved of the warmth

they once knew,

reaping beauty with every sadness,

succouring them

with her tears.

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