Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Beneath the surface

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The older I get,

the more I realize

how like the sea I am.

That liquid expanse of horizon –

always blue to me,

melancholic with longing,

a churning, churlish mass of feeling;

everything happening beneath the surface,

much like my own insides.

A soul at turns calm or chaotic,

but as quickly as it is stirred,

it bellows forth, a tempest of emotion

releasing and gentling itself.

Changeable tides,

ebbing and flowing as response,

some inner metronome

keeping a steady beat

like my heart.

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Of wave and water

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He said her eyes were exceptional,

like her.

Beautiful and bewitching,

the kind that made you look

and look again,

only longer.

Eyes the color of the sea

when it’s a swirling mass

of wave and water,

the deep

churned up to reveal

what is below the surface.

Windows to her soul?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But these eyes,

he knew,

were a tempest

framed by sooty lashes,

and he always loved a good storm.

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Of wave and water

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He said her eyes were exceptional,

like her.

Beautiful and bewitching,

the kind that made you look

and look again,

only longer.

Eyes the color of the sea

when it’s a swirling mass

of wave and water,

the deep

churned up to reveal

what is below the surface.

Windows to her soul?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But these eyes,

he knew,

were a tempest

framed by sooty lashes,

and he always loved a good storm.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2018


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Clouds gathered

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The end of summer

Came before summer’s end

As clouds gathered

Beneath his brow

A tempest formed within

The sun sought refuge

With the moon

Hiding its face

Its warmth

The shadow it left

Lengthening across the miles

The deep blue sea

Becoming belligerent

Turning on her

Without mercy

Its waves

Relentlessly

Washing over her

Heedless of its own

Mindless brutality

Drowning her voice

Relegating her

To its cold, dark depths

Where silence

Is all that she hears

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

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She Smiled at Him

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She smiled at him

And clasped his hand

Unaware of the tempest created

Within his soul

His need to have

All of her

Mounting

With every hour

With every day

With every word she spoke

To him

Making his heart beat

Faster

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