~ Inevitable ~ The Siren beckons to me but not with her song (she knows I have grown immune to it) instead, she places the sweet, sweet image of your face behind my closed eyes and my heart flips I cannot help myself when you instantly appear before me and I yearn for a closer look it’s all so tantalizing as she shows me everything I hold dear reeling me in with images of our years together flashing them before me snippet after snippet there we are, the moment we gave each other nicknames there is the pendant I gave you, and the daisies you’d leave for me there we are, struggling to stay awake, never wanting any particular night to end promising to see each other in our dreams and there we are, collaborating, penning beautiful, heartfelt romantic sentiments that we couldn’t say directly to each other but conveyed them under the role of poets because poetry is truth and poems live forever I smile as I watch how we bonded two rebel hearts with tender souls who could calm and heal one another my heart soars as I continue to dream or is it a dream? the Siren whispers in my ear repeating all your words to me beautiful…loving…anguished…crushing words she expertly weaves them in between the breadcrumbs of images I so hungrily followed my eyes suddenly fly open straight into the face of the Siren and she smiles in victory she now reigns over my memories tethering herself to my soul she deems I will always remember the avalanche of emotions I felt with you she lulls me with all the reasons we fit so effortlessly together and torments me with the exquisite tenderness and pain of a love that could never, ever, be (your words) I exist in a state of imbalance trying to believe that love is pure unconditional infinite while also bearing witness that love is complicated misinterpreted impossible I will never understand you yet I continue to want to the Siren’s hold is complete she knows I will never be immune to you. © Dahlia Ramone: May 29, 2021
This was written for Blogophilia Topic:
“I Will Always Remember”
Prompts:
(1): Quote Douglas Adams *see below
(2) Mention your favorite flower (daisies)
– Douglas Adams
Dahlia Ramone 
Dollface, your poems are always so beautifully penned!
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Thank you, dollface. The first part of this just came to me instantly in a dream.
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WOWZA….all the feels….and I am actually crying. I felt the up and down spiral of that entire relationship. Hugs my friend. You are such a soulful poet and express those deepest parts of the human experience so very very well. Just wow.
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I worried this might have been getting too long or convoluted, but I also felt compelled to help going. I am touched how deeply you felt this, but also know it’s because you have such a caring and beautiful soul. Thank you for always being there for me ❤️❤️
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Of course. You are welcome…we have been through a lot together. I love that we can share and express some of those experiences in writing. Hugs xo
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💙💙
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The singing is one thing, but when the dreams still come so many years later you know they will live somewhere within you
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Yes, I completely agree *sighs*
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Such strong Emotions, loved it
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Thanks, Martian Dude 🙂
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I am entranced, taken away and left breathless. The memories of emotions are strong and to be tethered and have that connection will be forever. That Siren knows too well what happens and smiles wickedly 🙂 🙂
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This is the first time I’d imagined being tethered to a Siren. Though in retrospect, I should have seen it coming. Oh, what a wicked game she plays. lol. Thanks 🙂
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What a terrific spin on Siren symptoms! This is a brilliant poem.
She has you, coming or going.
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Siren symptoms lol! And she certainly has my number.
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