Siren Whispers

Siren Song




Like a wave born of a swell

another year is upon us, racing

to the shore

pulling the remnants of the previous year

away to memory

we bid farewell to the old year

a time of growth


joy and loss

a new year beckons

with the promise a new day brings

tides turning

presenting new opportunities

possibilities to grasp 

with both hands

before they slip away

with the tides…


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Watercolour art by Lia Melia

*May I extend my best wishes for a happy and healthy 2019 to all of you who find the time to read my words, who are generous with support and comments, who I am privileged to call friends. Happy New Year!

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That book


You would be the book I would savor.

The cover only hinting at the contents;

my curiosity aroused

by the suggestion of what lay inside.

My attention held from those first moments.

A word

a description

would catch my eye

leaving me to think that this was no ordinary book.

Neither formulaic nor predictable,

but rather something unique

and rare.

Something searched for,

knowing it when found.

Modestly bound,

this book would be full of depth.

unmet fire,


Feeling the connection


I would pore over each page


my fingers sliding along text and image

heat rising along each curve

my pulse

beginning to race

imagination flaring.

The story touching me,

arousing me,

inducing me to read

well into the night.

Ravenous for every word.

Enthralled with my discovery.

But though impatient to reach the end

I would restrain myself from glancing at the final page.

Knowing the journey through those pages,

reading every line

knowing every chapter

would be worth it.

To know the story,

the man,

in his entirety.


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Counting down


It starts as a quiet whisper

blanketing days and nights

in the soft glow of promise.

A gentle, inquiring touch

that, as time passes,

becomes crashing heartbeats

thunder on a silent day,

or the sound of a ticking clock

in a hushed room

counting down every click

of the minute hand

bringing hands and hearts closer

as possibility becomes reality.


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Sensing the sublime promise

within her

he gave himself up

to the darkness

of their mutual desire.

Taking without hesitation

that which she

so innocently

and elegantly


to him.



Artwork by Marcos Beccari




I am rapture

at your fingertips

and beneath your tongue.

I am the scent 

that makes you dizzy with desire.

I am the taste

that you cannot get enough of

the one that makes you ravenous

again and again

always wanting

another taste.

I am the skin and curves

that haunt your dreams

prompting your imagination

to soar

to heights it has never reached before.

I am the soul

that yours hungers for.

A connection

conceived with promise


by constancy.

I am a rhapsody of delights



to you…



Photograph taken from Pinterest


A Bloom Unbidden


Thoughts of him bloom


Creating sunshine in winter

Bringing the promise

Of spring

Of new beginnings

Art by Jenny Liz Rome

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That Flicker of Promise


Is it destiny

Is it fate

Who knows…


That first spark

That flicker of promise

Must be there.

To engage

…The senses

To engage

…The heart

To give a start

Photo taken from SICIS North America