Siren of the Bay

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Siren Of The Bay

The sun strikes noon
as my feet turn in the warm, gritty sand.
I pick up my towel,
my skin blessed with salt,
and brush it down.

I wander back, retracing the shore,
the boistrous crowds behind.
Gulls screeching, fighting over scraps.
The breeze surrendered,
waves languid.

Such a glorious idyl,
The horizon a shimmering mirage.
Silence, alone, in my head.
Wrestling with demons,
hoping for angels.

I stumble,
looking up to see if anyone saw,
your movement caught my eye.
You smiled, open, enticing, sparkling,
siren of the bay.

In a heart beat I ponder.
Should I say something, respond?
He sits up next to you, wondering,
my ardour vacates and I wander on,
hoping for angels.

©Paul Cannon




Filed under beach, life, poetry, romance

16 responses to “Siren of the Bay

  1. lol very sweet and romantic … now your stats will go thru the roof 🙂


  2. It looks like you avoided an awkward situation by taking your time to ponder the situation.

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  3. lync56

    This so took me to the ocean and I love the line “wrestling with demons hoping for angels” – for me there are 2 poems here the first 3 paragraphs then the last 2 paragraphs could be stand alone poems – amazing writing


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  4. Roda

    Wow! Just beautiful, Paul…

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  5. What a moment. Beautiful!

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  6. Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
    Come and enjoy Paul’s – SIREN OF THE BAY. Take some time and check out Paul’s blog!

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  7. This is a treat for the poetic hearts.So so beautiful Paul.

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  8. Sweet write. A pleasure to read.

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