The Sweetness of Your Call

poetry

The Sweetness of Your Call

 

I hold my hands up to my ears

yet I hear your call, I hear your voice

I turn to the others and see their eyes

held by your spell, held by your call

The Gods have forsaken us

We are held in place

What have we done, we've

come so far

 

I cry out to the Gods and drive myself into my friends

Don't listen to the song, I cry out.

To our deaths will it draw us.

There must be a way, we can not fall

I refuse to give in to your siren call.

 

 

 

Author's Note

All reviews are welcome.

Reviews

[Chad Wesley Allbrett]

I took from it that the Gods and the sirens are somehow a temptation, (I know that's stating the obvious,) separating the voice of the poem from the essence of the true beloved. Could it be that the siren and the lover are ambiguous and/or one in the same? The siren is desired as much as despised, and the friends seem like a shaky place to place faith in.
-Interesting piece.

[Victor]

This a pretty good poem! i luv it! and lol definitly dont give into the sirens call! poems based on the Odessey are awsome! This is defintly one of my favs! =)

[Albert Freeman]

lol. It's part of a mythology contest. I learned a valuable lesson. I'm unable to write coherently when given a limited word count:P. Sirens ya know. The call. :)

[Nely Amorim]

a very confusing poem, to what does it refer? who is your siren? Interesting concept if somewhat confusing to me. totally different from your previous thoughts.