Siren Whispers

Siren Song


Silent waves


Blue seas have their own language.

The undulation of dark through light

whispers and roars,

the world becomes strange

day to night. We search the silence

for words unsaid, feelings unfelt,

everything we’ve ever known …


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

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©Christine Kelly 2019 (words and photograph)



I am not made of stone


I am not made of stone.

I have been told

That I wear my heart upon my sleeve

That my writing tells all.

While my writing is imbued with

My thoughts, my feelings, my desires

I write only what I want known.

I am a world of private thoughts and feelings

Pain and joy

Mine to share

If I desire.

You will not find me crying publicly

But that does not mean I don’t hurt

It does not mean that the tears I shed

Don’t run hot down my face

When I am alone.

I am not made of stone

I get confused and frustrated

I have feelings

I have pride

I can be hurt by unkindness

By insensitivity

Especially when it’s unwarranted

Though you’ll never know how much.

 No, I am not made of stone

I am made

Of heart

And soul

Photograph taken from WhiteNoten

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So much pain

Held in a single drop

She tries to be brave

She tries to be strong

But as she feels her core start to crumble

The first of the tears begin to fall

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