Sirena Más Leona

She was like an angry pout, ruffled hair
or like pursed lips that couldn't hide a smile
and her ever coquettish gaze beguiled
She was quiet and serene, my maid-mer

She was like two young loves' discovery
or like the winds gentle and fresh caress
and she was a friend when life was a mess
She was my wont, my catchy melody

She was like such an aberrant Earth's quake
or like a fierce lioness, stalks it's prey
and she could turn any sunset plain, gray
She was my love, my friend and my heart's break

She, miles away in both body and mind
Me, a rolling stone with nothing but time

Author's Note

not happy with "wont" it seems to be misconstrued for "won't" but I can not replace it as that just feels like the perfectly apt word to use. any advice in that regard is appreeciated

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Ah, mermaid and lioness in one woman! Such a complex creature, but adorable and loved, and certainly missed. From the perspective of 51 years, I've found people come into our lives for a purpose at a given time, though we don't see it then. Some are friends, some are lovers, the best are both. And, damn the pain when we lost that one. A truly original work, Richard. I look forward to reading more of your work.

[Richard Parker]

Ahh yes the ones that were the most memorable were also the most polar, leaving a vivid memory full of unmatched joy as well as torrid passions that left ruins where embers still burn, with no sign of wane. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem, I look forward to reading your work once I return to the computer, cheers!