Siren Whispers

Siren Song


Beneath the surface


The older I get,

the more I realize

how like the sea I am.

That liquid expanse of horizon –

always blue to me,

melancholic with longing,

a churning, churlish mass of feeling;

everything happening beneath the surface,

much like my own insides.

A soul at turns calm or chaotic,

but as quickly as it is stirred,

it bellows forth, a tempest of emotion

releasing and gentling itself.

Changeable tides,

ebbing and flowing as response,

some inner metronome

keeping a steady beat

like my heart.


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Captured waves


Captured waves of thought

Becoming poetry upon the page

Words that delve into the deep

Of heart, mind, and soul

Rising and catching

With every wave

Passions that ebb and flow

With verse

Pulling the reader in

Stilling their breath

Leaving them in a rush

Of feeling


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

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