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Ear plugged regrets |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298
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In your words the melody of the Siren’s song draws me near. I feel the danger and would say no and hang up the phone, but my hands have a will of their own. The waves smash me into the rocks buffeting my fate into no other choice. My destination is at hand, until suddenly revelation breaks the spell-a hero’s applause sounds as I plot my new course-leaving but the sound of my tail wind on your answering machine. [This message has been edited by jellybeans (08-28-2002 01:44 PM).] |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I love those last lines... what a fantastic image! *G* Sometimes... the need to hear a voice is greater than the need to act wisely. *S* Well written! |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Very good Cold hands means a warm heart |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
jellybeans, I, too, love the ending -- not to mention the build-up to the end. If you're extremely bored, pop over to the search function and find "Siren song" by me. In a way, they're completely differently, but I just thought you'd like to see how others deal with the Sirens.  Mike |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
suthern, you paraphrased it perfectly....thank you lady loner..thanks for stopping by bsquirrel...thank you...and yep I will go look up your poem....in fact I think I remember reading it, but any of yours are always worth more than one read |
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