SIREN… a poem

woman holding bottle near the seashore

Beware the gentle call of the Siren

For the deep is where she longs to take you

Far below where the under current is strong

And her grip is that of death

Hold tight to the voice of light

And let it guide you harmoniously

As with all things good

You will break through the waves

And land fulfilled upon solid ground

MY SHOES… a poem

pair of brown leather boots in pavement

Please, if you choose to walk in my shoes

Don’t you dare stray

Have a quick look around

And then walk away

It’s hard enough for me

To shuffle around in this place

Without tripping over your stuff

And falling flat on my face

So, if I find you’ve been here

And you were conscious and kind

I’ll invite you again

To walk further next time

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