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 …


Published on Medium: Assemblage by Loose Words

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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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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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Notes to Nobody

Notes to nobody
but this girl I used to be.
Confessing gritty truths
to a parchment soul
stained with salty abandon …


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My Friday Night Cocktail Ritual

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How it started, how it’s going

Meeting me for the first time, you’d be unsurprised to find I love books, baking, and even considered starting a business that combined the two. One thing, though, I doubt anyone would associate with me is this: I love a good cocktail. Specifically, I love mixing a good cocktail.

I’ve never been what you’d call a big drinker. Though my twenties were full of outings with friends, pub crawls, and dinner parties, I was considered a lightweight. In those days, the beverages imbibed were far from sophisticated and meant only to pack a punch with as little money outlay as possible. Even in my thirties and forties, it was rare that anything more potent than wine or beer passed my lips.

Then came my divorce, singlehood, and a desire for change. It was time to shake things up — literally and figuratively. For me — the person least likely to have a liquor cabinet — the ritual of the Friday night cocktail was born …


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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 …


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We the People


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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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