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Siren
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Siren |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Siren Walking through a shadow, naught but a memory; ‘Cross a silvery meadow, unto the endless sea. My soul sought but asylum, it withered in the dark. As all within me grew numb with ambition’s disembark. Yet something in the distance was tingling on the breeze. A feeling of persistence, taking me by degrees. Revealed itself a soft voice; it drew me closer still. And though I felt it my choice, I question the free will. Her song, a wail of anguish—true reflection of pain. My heart began to languish, within her tangled skein. Still, when our eyes met fully, the song began to turn. A weight been lifted duly, as together we would burn. The proportions of sorrow in me just bled away, I gave away tomorrow for the dreams of yesterday. Her eyes began to glisten, hope on a whisper—slight. My soul stood still to listen, and as one, we became Night. My true mistress of darkness, I can’t help but adore Through the longing and starkness, only distance could restore. My trek, it starts here and now, having awakened from dream; Still hearing that voice somehow, as the pull grows more extreme. Michael Anderson 5/15/2015 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Okay. Someone has you twisting around yourself, Michael, and it is quite possible I know who that someone is. Eh, could be wrong, have been before a time or two. Enjoyed this dark "meeting," and enjoying your lady of the dark. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
..I smell tulips.. are you tip-toe'n through 'em? (and are we crushing the grass?)  I think you've *singed the deep sea with that look, that song...siren's call indeed... T, in whispers "...But a tyrant spell has bound me, |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Jer, wrapping around her finger is more like it, probably... No place I'd rather be. You are not wrong. There's no hiding here. Tanya, we are definitely crushing the grass, and more here. Think maybe it's more like stomping through the nasturtiums than tiptoeing through the tulips... Like the old Dr. Demento song, "Come stomp through the nasty's with me!"  I hear you. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ahhhhh . . . Rock on . . . er . . . Stomp on . . . ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
love that! got scared you were going to threaten the dang funny farm this time! they're comin' to take me away, ha-ha ~T btw..grass STAINS? "...But a tyrant spell has bound me, |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Wonderfully woven despite many saying rhyme is the "kiss of death." You've built this with no contrivance nor convoluted syntax. Enjoyed, but you really must resist the trap of a siren, you know. The rocks in the shoal can send one toward sheol. Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Will do, Jer. Tanya, I think they'd be skeered of you! I see those stains though, good thing it's your day to wash!  Vas, Considering where I started, Sheol might be just the place for my siren love and I. Michael |
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