The Ballad Of(A Siren And Me)

 

Sugar covered lips

With a tart smile

Whisper to me

Over a chilling breeze

About wings of steel

And the angel that flies

Despite being assigned them.

Her voice soft and raspy

Tells the tale

Of a fall from grace

That becomes the inspiration

To those with molded halos.

Breaking out in song

To sing a verse

Of heaven’s limitations,

The melodic intension

Strikes a chord in my soul

That sparks a fire

Even hell could not contain.

Now amongst the manipulated ashes

I await my fate

In skin to charred

To feel the pain.

Then in a twist of fate

The sun blinded my eyes

So I could see

What life was like.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Deep, deep thoughts in your poem, Dale .. had to read twice, had to be sure .. tho not entirely. I think you're saying that we need to suffer to find the best in ourselves .. you talk in the first person but the message is there for anybody to read. Whether i'm right or wrong, your writing makes me think which is what i appreciate ..

[Coyote Poetry]

I like those stories of broken muses. Allow us to know we are not alone. The tale was strong and some positive at the end. Sometime we must reach rock bottom to know there is some good in a life. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A valiant and perceived individual menace of society's grinding haunts, well penned, good read

[Norma M Sutton]

This is a interesting piece. I like the comparisons and the contradictions :)

[Tina Kline]

Having to go through the fires of hell before you could see the truth of life. The sinner often sees heaven more clearly for having sinned and renounced it for he/she knows what she is giving up unlike someone who has never truly sinned. That's what your wonderful poem spoke to me.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

searing writing~beautifully alluring even as it leads into flames~flames afterall cleanse and renew~ =)~

[Seashell]

"too" charred to feel the pain...ouch !!

Fabulous write here Cowboy. I love the ending going from pain to finding the answer.

"There's a reason for everything" is my motto....always has been...whether we understand it at the time or not....We only realise that that is so, when the final part of the puzzle is found.

Thanks
Babs xx

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

Wow, I really liked your flow of words of blazing passion, erotic pleasure, carnal desires that is written with such passion. An excellent poem.
I really mean what I say, you always seem to capture your thoughts, your imagry and your emotion, so we all can share these same things, by reading your powerful writings.

"Even hell could not contain. Now amongst the manipulated ashes"
Wonderful, yet painful wording.

Anne