Siren Whispers

Siren Song

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The time spreads before me,

shining and restless.

I count the days left in my head,

my smile widening as I think of the plans I’ve made.

My adventure.

Will she be everything I anticipate,

the smells,

the sounds,

that my soul hungers for?

I think she will.

She waits for me,

eager to embrace me once again.

It’s been too long since I’ve felt her touch,

heard her voice,

and been reduced to silence by her beauty.

Each day will be rendered with a luster

I cannot find elsewhere

and which I will carry with me when I leave,

leaving a part of myself

on her shores.


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Penned in my blood

Parts of my soul

Etched onto paper

An offering of myself

Each day

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You are the Poem


You are the poem

Whose metre is in time

To my beating heart

Each word

A tendril

That wraps itself around me

Binding me close

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Drips onto the Page


The rain

Drip, drip, drips

From leaf to leaf

In much the same way

My thoughts and feelings

Drip onto the page

Before me…

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First Impressions

The most potent first impressions

Are a dangerous cocktail of

Looks, personality and wit

With a dash of lust

Thrown in

For a kicker…

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The Art of Writing – A Musing

The art of writing…

Expunging strong feelings

Either to enunciate their importance

Or to eradicate them from our system

Either way

They are given a voice…

And must be heard

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I Love the Rain


I love the rain

The sounds, the smells

But today those things

Provide little comfort to me

Along with the scent of damp earth

Is the scent of missing things

Of melancholy

And loss

Along with the soft sound of the rain

Hitting the pavement

Is the thudding in my heart

Of panic

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