The Fifty Cent Tour

Sunday, March 17, 2013

siren

Picasso, faun-horse-bird, 1936


she sang you in
like a sea serpent charmed
i'm sure

once on her lips
a lifetime on your knees
begging

your once limber
tongue now tied in despair
poor thing

such a pity
tempted by that pretty
sly bird

worse than her song
was her empty reward
silence

and now you dream
of diving black horses
screaming

dragging you down
under a shameful sun
drowning

so easily
you surrender your grip
freedom

Rene ~ March 17, 2013
For Magpie Tales

21 comments:

  1. nicely done.....thanks for sharing words

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  2. good lord- she is a strict disciplanarian... spare me her diatribes...

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  3. neat poem- is this just a 4,6,2 syllable verse or a named form you are using?

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    1. Thanks! I just chose to use a 4,6,2 verse on this. It felt right while reading.

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  4. Begging, screaming, silence - what a great set of words to end those stanzas

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  5. Nimble and inventive; very well done...

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  6. Beautiful imagery and rhyme meeting a frightful end.

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  7. dang...he sure was a sucker eh? got her hooks in and then denied him...and yet he still will not give up, she now owning his freedom...cool write rene and nice form too..

    smiles.

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  8. Whew, this is good. Specially like: now you dream, of diving black horses, screaming ~

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  9. the empty reward
    how many of us fall for that
    great work!

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  10. Interesting structure and imagery, well written.

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  11. I ain't easy, but I can be had.

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  12. Ah well. Sometimes a girl feels like singing, and sometimes she doesn't. Buy a cd player. ;-)

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    1. Hah! Or sing yer own damn songs... :)

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  13. Your enjambment is quite effective in this, Rene.

    Pamela

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  14. The 4, 6, 2 works really effectively to show the power of the siren.

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  15. Sailors are so easily led astray - or at least that's their almost universal reputation. The stanza form and enjambment add a lot to this poem, Rene. I love the siren legends; thankfully the only sirens I've heard were on emergency vehicles.

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  16. Siren songs are irresistible ... as is your poem.

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