Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Not a girl of summer

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I am not a girl of Summer
though the sea runs through my veins
and I would happily swim
from dawn to dusk.

I am not a Coppertone baby
with flowing yellow hair,
golden strands gleaming
in the sun,
perfection of tan skin
and white smiles.

I am a girl of Autumn,
of Winter
burnished leaves and snowy landscapes
my favorite things;
books and fires and sweaters and long walks
my pleasures.

I am the pale girl
with hair brown as a sable coat,
soft and rich and full of depth.
But
it is when its copper threads catch the sun
unexpectedly
you’re given a hint of the fiery and passionate nature
oft hidden
revealed to few
known intimately
only to one.

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A Day of Adventure

A Day of Adventure

There is an imperfect beauty in nature

From the bold hues of one flower

Juxtaposed with the pastel fragility of another

From the wayward growth of wildflowers

Which has created a path

Guiding us

As we meander through a meadow

To a random patch of color within a sea of green

Adventure and exploration is ours

We take pleasure in such beauty

Leisurely absorbing sights and sounds

A footpath bridge

Perfect to reenact “The Billy Goats Gruff”

To laughing children

To the tall, whispering trees in the forest

A cool, dark place

Where silence

Speaks volumes

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Lake Marmo, July 2015

A perfect place to have a picnic

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Bumblebees, always at work

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The meadow, a favorite haunt of ours

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Footpath bridge minus the babbling brook

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Dappled sunlight in cool darkness

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All photographs taken by sirensong1208

**Thank you for bearing with me and all of the photographs.

To capture such a glorious day was such a treat I wished to share.


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Still As A Sculpture

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Her form

Still as a sculpture

Waiting for him to do his will

Knowing it is what she wishes as well

His control of her

Of himself

Intensely arousing

She is waiting

Submissively

Her nature

In effect

Photo taken from Pinterest


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Powerscourt Waterfall

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Powerscourt Waterfall, County Wicklow, Ireland

Height is 121 metres and it is the highest waterfall in Ireland

Photos by sirensong1208


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Drips onto the Page

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The rain

Drip, drip, drips

From leaf to leaf

In much the same way

My thoughts and feelings

Drip onto the page

Before me…

Photo by sirensong1208


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Girl in Waves

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Excitement shining in her eyes

She races toward the sun-dappled water

Sea foam tracking her movements

Waves of ocean current

Getting higher and higher

Anxious to dive beneath the surface

And become one with the sea

Photo by sirensong1208


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A Cat Declawed

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The storm that had left the sky swollen all day

Has come

Though without any force

A cat declawed

The rain coming down sounds like

At thousand light footsteps

Stepping in time

So soft as to be comforting

Embracing me

In the peacefulness of the moment

…I love the sound of the rain

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The Sea Nymph

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It is her morning ritual

This sea nymph in the guise

Of a girl

She dances with the surf

Delicately pointing her toes

As her leg dips in and out

Of the cool water

Just as it rushes in to greet her

The seagulls providing

A symphony of sound

Amidst the otherwise

Tranquil surge of the waves

An early morning dance

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Autumnal Reflections

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Autumn is here

It begins with brilliant-hued leaves

The smell of wood smoke

And cooler, crisper days leaving a chill in the air.

The early Autumn sun

Creates a shimmering green and gold sea

On Midwestern fields.

The golden sentinel of trees

That line the winding road

Of my path home,

The trees painted in every hue of red and gold,

Become an archway

With a multitude of autumnal colors

Dappled with sunlight

And aching for their beauty to be noticed

And embraced.

Winter is nipping

At Autumn’s heels

The fiery leaves that

Proclaimed the season

Now sadly litter the ground

As so much confetti after a New Year’s bash.

They skitter along the grass and pavement

A frenzied last dance

Before winter’s frost

Puts an end to the festivities.

Photos by sirensong1208

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