Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
From far in the distance
Crashing waves careen
On a starlit rocky shore-
His lantern lights the path
through rustling grass
And shifting sands
Down to the ocean’s floor,
For he hears the call of sirens
Bewitching his lonesome heart
‘Come and suffer nevermore.’
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
That is a bewitching call of the sirens. Hope his heart will not be lonesome anymore.
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Thank you Grace.
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Ohhhhh this is bewitching! Mysterious, romantic, mythical. LOVE they way you’ve used the word! and really like the illustration you’ve used as well!
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Thank you Lillian!
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Van Morrisson is one of my best singer/songwriters. Leonard Cohen is another. They’re true poets.
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Yes, they are.
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Oh, this is sad to me, when you let yourself be bewitched, your life has most likely been lonely and loveless. .
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Yes, true. Thank you Bjorn.
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The call of the sirens, and Into the Mystic – my personal tranquility,
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Yes, how nice. One of my favorite songs as well.
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A complete tale in a small telling. Nicely done.
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Thank you!
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Lovely poem of sad enchantment, Linda. You’ve told an entire story of loneliness and depression.
It’s sad that Van Morrison has become a crazy conspiracy-spouting guy.
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Yes, I know.
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oooooh…. this feels spooky, Linda! Yikes!
-David
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Thank you.
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I liked the poem but got a little confused with the closing. Is one bewitched “evermore” or “nevermore”. Was he bewitched once or more before?
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Well the last line reads Come and suffer nevermore, so I think it is correct.
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There’s no stopping him now, loved the gentle push in each verse! 💞
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Thank you!
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I love the ambiguity here–is it hope, or despair?
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Exactly. I choose hope. 😊
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This is incredibly romantic, Linda 😀 I so love the image of “starlit rocky shore.”💝💝
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Thank you Sanaa.
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Those sirens can be very distressing. This is a sad situation
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💛love
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Thank you Gillena.
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The Great Escape…
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Yes. Thanks Ron.
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For he hears the call of sirens
Bewitching his lonesome heart
Courting danger for the fulfillment of a longing is an adventure in itself. Wonderfully done LInda!
Hank
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Thank you!
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A guiding light, to all, who are, lost, at sea…
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stuuning
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Thank you Rob.
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Nice work poet! Please come and visit me, share your likes and your truth! Would love to have you!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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This is a wonderful quadrille … love how you incorporated the Muse pic.
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Love the story, and Van Morrison completed the package.
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Thank you!
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Heartbreak and loneliness leave us prey – enticing quadrille.
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Thank you.
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