Sitting alone in the rainy enchanted forest
A place where my ugly thoughts could rest
I was writing in my notebook in peace
Words of love flowing like a gentle breeze
Then elegantly, a curly haired siren came to the surface
He looked right at me with his mesmerizing blue eyes
With grace, he softly touched my face
Saying : “I’ll make you forget the reasons of your cries”
Used to loneliness and coldness
I let him bring me to the darkness
Thinking it would erase my sadness
Instead, I got stuck in a mess
It was impossible to escape my weakness
I couldn’t help but follow this beautiful creature
How hypnotizing were his features !
A poisonous adventure of capture
That rapture in nature became my drowning torture
ominous sirens
a long loud scary whistle
racing to the scene
It brought immediate alarm
When the piercing Killdeer called!
As if nature stole my peace
By a flock of winged police.
The shrill was unexpected
And it called in two-beat meter.
Repeatedly she spread her beak
Sending vocal bullets at the weak.
I suppose the Killdeer has it's place
And some watchers seek them out.
I should bless and not protest them
Nor by net or shotgun go arrest them.
sirens sound serious tonight
accident on I-70?
motorcycle that has been run off the road?
cows on the entrance ramp?
pigs running wild after a hog truck spill?
the corn princess’s convertible overturned?
By now you may have guessed, I originate from Iowa.
Siren songs float over silver seas
stirring deep desire in hearts of mortal men,
lured like madora moths to light
they swiftly steer a tumultuous tide
to rocky roost on steep stone,
knowing now a last terrible trap
as destiny cuts the thread of life.
alluring, captivating, enchanting she
lounged on the island at edge of the sea
stay away from her, cautioned sailors to Lee
but he steered his sailboat up to her knee
Her lamenting song was a lovely melody
her scales shimmering, all could certainly agree
Lee was entranced, hypnotized by this pretty she
which delighted the siren, known only as Wee
siren of the sea
luring sailors to their death
songs of enchantment
She humbled them all with one song;
the powerful and grieving,
the hardened and thieving.
Her voice was gentling, a lullaby;
a love song, alluring.
For a moment they’re all believing.
They can’t breathe or pull away from
her flaming red hair and sweet disposition.
They’d wondered why he married her.
Though they might originally have thought
that she was the same as the evening girls.
The ladies and gentlemen - both;
the old and young, enthralled.
They can’t breathe or pull away.
She’s like a rose-scented siren. Touché.
And her husband, at that very moment
falls deeply in love, and would dive
into the ocean depths, as if seeking
a sacred treasure chest, a myth.
She is his, though every hifalutin body
is floating on cloud nine, and knowing;
why…why her… duly answered.
This angel, in a Christmas gown, holds
a potent candle, that their fancy
can’t blow out; all hearts above the fray.
Can you not be what you made me to see?
My siren song of woven poesy—
Sealing my choice on your brand with a roar—
Am I right, or have you blinded my core?
You are my mountains, my rivers, my hills.
Why, then, indictment after your cheap thrills?
Honeyed lips lie behind lipstick and paint;
My verdure, my air, my people you taint.
Your essence of playful epiphanies,
Perfect, filtered, adjusted sanctities,
Are the dreads of death in the heart of hearths—
A cavernous gloom of illusive arts.
And upon that stand, blow the Judas Kiss:
If repentance fails, who would be your tryst?
On the coldest nights, when the air and land conspire
And the winds sing their siren's serenade of desire
An unbecoming part inside causes me to rise
And festoon my frame with my most festive attire
To step outside for a walk
A silent stroll amidst the hidden horrors of the times
I thought I heard
an island siren croon
a sophisticated tune
with words in song
about the moon in June
as a big bright
and bold balloon
enchanting music
captured me
shipwrecked
my heart is all at sea
or am I wrong
imagining things
it's only the waves
and the wind that sings
Luna beckon's a siren's song
To reach the crescent moon,
she awakens before the water serpents arise,
and sea merchants sailing in from shores nearby
At crack of dawn and drawn to flickering lights,
night's natator of the bluest sea
zigzag's through the starfish
Caught in a seaweed beaded necklace,
tangled in nets sailors left adrift,
she reaches the open prismatic sky
A rainbow parrot fish tail flips over
smoothed sea glass rock
A siren goddess appears
Multicolored moments, eyes dilate
as indigo hues glow—it blankets
in silhouettes upon flowing strands of hair
Embracing the early morn with a sigh,
mystified mermaid from deep underwater
her thumping heart beats calm, in sync
with the crashing wave as it trickles down
A phenomenal crescent moon luminescent
As a cool salty wash laps the rocky shore,
it recedes with sizzling sounds leaving
pocket holes in the wet sand
Dawn calls with haunting cries,
she sings a siren's song
She wore necklaces of coral,
strings of pearls embracing her body,
glinting back at the broken sunlight
scattered across the sea floor.
Her glassy eyes gazed up,
somewhat worried, somewhat mournful,
longing to leap above the waves,
to sing that chorus of birds passing by.
Longing for her voice to take flight,
uninterrupted by ships sailing by.
She wasn't born a killer;
just cursed with a shadow of death;
and a sea that washed her bloody hands.
lilacs bloom into
an ambrosial siren
springtime seduction
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as the sea serenades
sorrowful symphonies
of marine ruins
I listen to the crashing
crystals within
sun-drenched sapphires
married to
the memories
of once
upon
a castaway prose
blissfully blocked
replaying an
unwritten
reality
for silence is my siren
luring mermaid
moon-flowers
to an island of
spiritual embers
emanating emerald anthems~
a storm
of
slithering sepals....
yet unfair is the tide
hollow and cold
p u l l i n g
at fragile silk
of whimsical waves~
a skewed ambience
lost in mythical sagas
amidst stranded souvenirs
sighing
and weeping
vulnerable verses
forever yours,
never mine...
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