Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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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 …


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

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Writing true

Sometimes
writing is like slipping
off your clothes 
in the waning light of day.
Effortless
exhalation on a sigh.
Most often it is retching
in solitude, a heaving up
of your insides.
Results that are never pretty,
generally painful
but necessary …


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


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

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Her Truth

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She is quiet
even when speaking.

With much going on beneath the surface
it’s the things she doesn’t say
you need to take heed of,
for the secrets to her are locked up
within those silences


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

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Like Air, I’ll Rise

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Like air, I’ll rise
you cannot see me
yet I’m felt
like the wind that whispers your name
or touches you
unexpectedly
a cool caress upon your cheek …

 


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

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Inhabited

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He finds she lingers
like woodsmoke on a winter’s night.
A scent at once
pleasing
pungent
with memories he pulls close;
remembrance sinking its claws in
deep …

 


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

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Blackbird Night

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Shall I lose myself in this
blackbird night, lush with silence
and dark thoughts that take root
to bloom in midnight’s garden?

Solitude and reflection,
is a mirror laid upon my cheek
and a sense of belonging is magnified …

 


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

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Inscrutable

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Have you ever lost yourself in velvet dreams?

Those that blanket the small
hours of the night, cocooned
in everything the mind shutters
while awake.
Dreams
inscrutable in the light of day,
message unread,
a fragment of memory
we ache
to retain …

 


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

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Independence Day

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She wore red
for Independence Day,
first dates
and freedom attained …

 


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Red poppies

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Fields of red poppies

Litter the landscape of my soul

Composed bleeding

Never a mess to be found

Yet the color gives voice to pain

To the wrenching hurt

Of being meticulously cut

A thousand silent times

Never noticed

My face ashen

As pretty poetry takes

My life blood

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