Sirens

Some see angels

Others see a light

I hear distant music

Calling in the night

Like the voice of a siren

Cutting through mist far away

So remote, but crystal clear

To guide me on my way

So alluring and seductive

My soul can not resist

I don't notice the rocks ahead

I can't feel the ship list

With the music's intoxication

I don't see the sea rise

Even my impending damnation

Is beautiful in mine eyes

I drown in my tears

But I feel no pain

No longer with any fears

I move on to a new domain

Hell turned to a pastoral spring

Even gods don't stand a chance

It's when the sirens sing

That the devil comes to dance

Reviews

[DIVYA]

I sense a change in mindset, a liberation from the bondage of set, old beliefs and an eagerness to take on a new adventure, dangerous and precipitous though it may seem. Many times, what we consider to be from the devil brings on bliss and salvation. I'm a firm believer in throwing caution to the winds when it feels right. I loved the message in the poem and the great rhyming.

[Soren]

Thank you so much DIVYA your comments are always so insightful. Yes indeed sometimes the indicated path is not the best one and sometimes inadvertently we stumble into a better solution. Thank you so much for your generous comments

[DIVYA]

You are welcome, dear Soren.

[Chris Shaw]

It’s when the sirens sing
That the devil comes to dance

What a fabulous ending to this well composed poem Soren. Sometimes the obvious path ahead may not be the best route. Go with the flow, whatever feels right. That’s what I say. Enjoyed the read very much. Thank you.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris for your revies and welcome kind words.

[JD Major]

Yes, it seems, like moths to flames, we're often pulled toward our own ruin, the strange urge when looking from a height to jump, and of course booze, drugs, tobacco. ...Maybe flirting with death is a kind of dress rehearsal. ...Great write, Soren, thought-provoking!

[Soren]

Thanks JD your right on with a main point. Thanatos is the Freudian proposed drive for this. The search for death and its attraction.

[JD Major]

I often learn new things, reading you, Soren.
...I hope you don't mind if I use "Thanatos" in a story sometime :)

[Soren]

Not at all its not mine.

[JD Major]

Gracias :)

[Soren]

Thank you JD for your review and comments on this piece. Sorry it took me a bit to get back but I couldn't get on the cite for a couple of days with it telling me the server was down.

[JD Major]

You're always welcome, Soren. And, yes, that WC down-time was curious, huh? Maybe a good reminder that we shouldn't take the things we enjoy for granted :)

[willweb]

The picture that came to me as I read this was a ship heading home, it's captain listening to the sound of a distant bell to use to guide his ship into port but somehow the steady rhythm of the bell hypnotizes him and he loses himself in the song allowing his ship to crash upon the rocks. Back then this could have been viewed as a siren singing I believe, he feels in a trance and has no control over his actions or ship. Very cool my friend.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Will for this review and comment. Yes indeed all trances have a cause and the bell fits well.

[Nick Warwick]

What is most deliciously beguiling about this poem is the elusiveness of what it is saying. Which I take to be the point, I guess. The paradox of how seemingly mutually exclusive forces are eternally bound to one another like two sides of a coin. What we're told we should seek, as against what we surprise ourselves to discover when as an alternative we follow a prompt from our intuition. What we're warned against as dangerous, as against warnings that serve the warner rather than the warned. Long may the gods not stand a chance.They''ve ruled too long through fear and were always overrated.

[Soren]

Thank you Nick for your insightful review and most kind words. Yes you are right on with this and it is our own view of things that is our own personal reality that counts for each of us.