Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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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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©2020 Christine Kelly All Rights Reserved

Photograph: my own


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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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©2019 Christine Kelly All Rights Reserved.

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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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©2019 Christine Kelly All Rights Reserved

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

 


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Independence Day

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

 


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

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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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Artwork by Moey


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Captured waves

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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

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Yield

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There is an abundance of heat

to this flame.

Far more

than seen with the naked eye.

Far more

than anticipated.

It sears me

to my soul

with your name.

Indelibly yours

I yield my all

to you.

Only you.

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Secure

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She is

Beautifully secure

Bound up in his adoration

The twists and knots

Poetry

Against her skin

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She is as wild as a meadow…

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She is

As wild as a meadow

Of rare and colorful wildflowers

Untamed

Blooming unencumbered

Spreading her petals

To enjoy the warm caress

Of the sun

 

She is

A place to meander through

And enjoy the stillness

A quiet, enchanting place

To take your ease

And let the silence soothe you

Where the wind brushes through

But does not linger

Making the meadow a sanctuary

A serene place

A tranquil place

A place of unspoiled beauty

Just like her

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*A reblog from last year but this time with voice. More of my ‘She is…’ blog posts.  I hope that the reader enjoys..

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A Winter Wonderland

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The snow came in great gusts

Ten inches, twelve, twenty four

Creating a purified landscape

Virginal in appearance

The wind creating immense snow drifts

It was beautiful as it fell

So soft and delicate

Each snowflake kissing my face

Like a lover

Snow

In its first pure day

Nestles atop tree branches

Creating a striking picture post card

Of a perfect winter scene

This is possibly my favorite part of snow

How it delineates the beauty in the curve of a bare limb

The brown of the branches juxtaposed with the stark white

Of the new fallen snow

Looking upward through the maze of branches

To gaze upon the winter sky

Pearlescent grey

No sun to be found

A hint that there was much more to come

That Mother Nature was not yet finished

The garden in winter is a pleasure to behold

The snow revealing everything

Suddenly trees and shrubbery

Comfortable in their hibernation

Are given substance

The snow taking the place of leaves 

Apples that should have long since fallen

Hang desperately to branches

Now, with a generous dollop of the white stuff

Looking suspiciously like ice cream 

The lonely swing

Echoes of summer fading fast

Finally given the weight of a presence

I can almost picture it

Moving to and fro

Snowy legs kicking back and forth

 

The garden was in hibernation

For the winter

But with this snow…

It has roared back to life

Photos taken by sirensong1208

February 2015