In storm tossed seas
a wreck of weakened limbs
toss themselves once more

through white flossed flecks
of spitting foam and wild waves
amidst gulps and gasps and clasps
that smash them into the
unforgiving rocks and sends
them swiftly on their way once more
back into the drowning affray.

In fading light
the wind turned again
clears the way to
fresh holds to grasp as hope flew
in circles of light
and fate answered a
siren call.


© Daydreamer Too *All rights reserved


Naughty Sirens luring men to their doom~!  Lol

Shared at The Sunday Whirl Wordle #11
and Poets United Poetry Pantry #56
And One shot Wednesday week#53

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