Mermaid Tears

DisheartenedΒ bride
Amidst effervescent tide
Tears thou wept for me
Encompass brackish sea
Mine mermaid sweet
I humbled in defeat
Chaotic ebbs beckon me
To wisps of incessant sea
Serenade a siren lilt
Hasten to bed Oβ silt
We shall infinitely dance
Rapturous brak romance
Waves crescendo ashore
Calling wiry sailor yore
Nary a single breath
Ensues mere death
Hush beloved nary lament
I beg Poseidonβs consent
Love barded a dorsal fin
Lamina redeems paltry skin

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Very well penned.. .seams so naturalΒ
Writing has always come naturally to me Edward, the hard part is leaving it out there for someone to comment...thank you for your support Edward
This is friggin' BRILLIANT LISA!!......I have not come across a write before that contains so many varied references to the feel, look, sound, or tendencies of the ever-elusive "MERMAID" of legend, lore, or myth!!...... the succinctness of the phrasing takes this piece 'over the top' in my humble opinion dear poet sister!!.... truly a pleasure to have encountered such a fine piece of creative myth!!..... Had to PIN this.........TRULY jaw-dropping poetry!!.......I am your ever-friend and admirer!!.......T xo ?β΄?β΄β€
Tony I so appreciate your pin. It gives me the confidence to achieve more. to evoke emotion is the greatest high a poet can strive for. Thank you for being so supportive.
Wow Lisa!
You just get better and better!
Thank you for your support Mitsali
Oh what to do with yon drunken sailor,
what to do with yon broken sailor,
long keening o'er the misty blue
for a lover long hence, which he may na'e view.
Long shores he wanders hither and yonder,
a heart so weary left to ponder,
long lost astride the misty' blue,
for his maiden ne'er to view...
Oh pray to the sea he finds his lover,
at the end may he find another,
long lost astride where sky meets sea,
Lays his lass for whom he grieves.
She weeps for him, her siren song,
Calls to the shore o'er oceans long,
Where away he sits and tries to view,
that which he loved once so true.
Weeping lady sing e'er shorward,
lost in the sea nae moving for'ard,
Hearing the cries of her love true,
takes to the sea for he to view.
One sight sees he, and there he lay,
missing and moaning for the day,
where his lass and he might soon renew,
but in the end he did her view.
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Wow thank you, Dmitri. I appreciate you gracing my page.
No problem, Any time.
:)