Siren Whispers

Siren Song


Somewhere in between


Is it naught but
a foolish notion
seeking to conjure you
out of the mist of memory
and longing, bruised and bittersweet…


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

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No regrets


an end that came too soon

full stop on a sentence


a storied introduction

mix of joy and pain

knowledge found in a glance

soul an open book


reflections of this woman

needs, desires

unknown, unacknowledged

without exploration, risk

a voice would have remained



no regrets in chances

taken, a belonging

monotone shadow lived


cast off

each day painted vivid hues

continue to resonate


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Marks left upon your skin

from a lover,

a tattoo of his thirst.

Not, as you were once led to believe 

a hallmark of disrespect

but rather a measure of his ardor.

Your thoughts form different conclusions now,

you listen to that long silent voice within

and feel the quickening of your pulse

as you think about his leavings,

the brands of his belonging.

You touch them when you are apart, 

your finger tracing the outlines,

pressing down upon them, 

remembering the passion,

the violence of desire.

You revisit the moment

and feel that ache anew

your thighs damp in anticipation

of more

of bite and bruise

and you recall how you were a meal made

and devoured



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Filling my bucket


It can be something as simple as a quiet and private ‘well done’

or as grand and effusive as public praise.

It is knowing that someone is pleased

or happy with what I’ve done.

It is when I’ve made them smile

feel valued

feel wanted.

This fills my bucket.

I get great joy out of doing for others

out of pleasing them

however this does not mean that I am without the need

to be pleased myself.

Often it is in those quiet words

the touch on the shoulder that says

I’ve noticed

I see you

I REALLY see you.

It’s in the knowing

in the belonging

in the appreciation

that I feel filled up.

I know my own worth

but for too long I’ve been filling my own bucket

so when someone takes the time to fill it for me…

I positively bloom.

My bucket is overflowing

and I radiate a joy that comes with inner contentment

as my thirst is quenched

my soul is bursting

my heart is full

and my thoughts

are serene.


Each week on twitter there is a prompt with a specific theme. #justwrite poems and prose are meant to be handwritten musings from the soul. This was the result of the question: “What fills your bucket?”


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