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Roni Comerford Poem
The Son of Land and Daughter of Sea
I wish to give you a gift, says she,
And without a thought he does agree.
He loves her for her singing pure and beauty so divine.
She in the water, he, on the sand;
She beckons with a dewy hand;
She sweeps him from his precious land.
He loves her more than worldly life, all things on Earth combined.
He is caressed by chilly waves
He attempts to, for her, the oceans brave
He sinks into his watery grave.
He loves her sorely, soaring, torn, forsaking air for strangling brine.
Deep and dark the ocean grows,
Down where a mermaid’s lover goes-
To her home to decompose
This truth any good seaman knows.
A Mer is anything but benign.
Copyright © Roni Comerford | Year Posted 2016
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Roni Comerford Poem
Lonely
Smells like too-sharp frigid air- razor blades, icicles, a snow day, spent alone
Tastes like bitter tears, steady salty tracks trailing down pallid cheeks
Sounds like ringing silence, asking why, stifled cries
Feels like emptiness, tempting us, unrelenting, reeling
Feels like cool steel shackles, held fast to nothing, nothing
Feels disgusting, stifling, sucking happiness away from us, leaving bruises, stinging cuts
Lonely
Copyright © Roni Comerford | Year Posted 2016
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