Floating beneath the surface, the tempestuous temptress of the sea
All those in audience collapse, weeping and chanting in manic greed
My song roving miles of beach, in the surf my voice wallows and wades
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Resting on the sun-warmed sand, vibrant hair touching salt air
Every luring cry rises in bubbles slowly freed
Floating beneath the surface, the tempestuous temptress of the sea
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The deeper I roam, my song transforming from solace to despair
Calling men from their ships, sweeping them from sturdy, sea-found feet
My song roving miles of beach, in the surf my voice wallows and wades
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Vibrations carry miles over the water; my sonic allure ensnares
Scores of zealots scramble and dive, like baby turtles in the blazing heat
Floating beneath the surface, the tempestuous temptress of the sea
∘˙○˚.•∘˙○˚.•∘˙○˚.•∘˙○˚.•∘˙○˚.•∘˙○˚.•∘˙○˚.•∘˙○˚.•∘˙○˚.•∘˙○˚.•
Once drunk, my words, mingled with seawater, tend to cognitively impair
Every sun-scorched supplicant bent in beggarly solicitation is slowly drawn into the deep
My song roving miles of beach, in the surf my voice wallows and wades
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Conducting this symphony of regret, my army of the drowned swarm over rock and wind-blown deck-chair
Their arrival met with hollow dirge, a hymn bittersweet
Floating beneath the surface, the tempestuous temptress of the sea
My song roving miles of beach, in the surf my voice wallows and wades
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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