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What is that haunting song upon the wind?
I, like an Ithaca bound mariner
Strain against the mast and bonds
To catch but a single hint
Voice musical upon my ear
Churning desire
Like the foam-sprayed sea itself
As her melody I chance to hear
Siren song enchanting
My soul, it does devour
To hear her very utterance
Makes ecstasy of my hours
Padre
dVerse Poetics: Sounding the Siren
Padre's Ramblings 
I love the rhythm and rhyme in those last lines – like the ocean current, pulling me closer.
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May this song be peaceful.
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I love the energy in that first stanza! Great to see the sirens make an appearance here. You catch their attraction so well.
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Your poem is so lyrical and filled with myth and wave power! I love that you’ve written it from Odysseus’s perspective, and the lines:
‘Churning desire
Like the foam-sprayed sea itself’.
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“that haunting song upon the wind” that to me is the ocean. Lovely poem
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Makes ecstasy of my hours … what a great ending line!
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I love such ecstacy
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Spoken like someone to whom the ocean speaks. I grew up in the vast prairie of middle America, far removed from sandy beaches and siren songs. I enjoyed your poem!
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