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One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Lighthouse”.
(PHOTOS FROM PINTEREST)
"Lighthouse"
A lone structure of inanimate beauty
So haunting, so eerie; and wanting to be seen
She calls out through light and darkness
She stretches her radiant fingers
across misty harbors and raging waters
Conversing with the echoes of foghorns
She hides within the shadows of the sea
Casting her mysterious glow
Whispering to quaint boats and opulent ships
Inviting them to voyage free
in the waters she must oversee
Guiding them to safety
Directing them past me
She spots me standing upon jagged rocks
that glisten under the ghostly moonlight
She shines her light upon my pale face
as I salute her with glee
My curious eyes fall victim to her smile
while she nods with class and grace
Like the Goddess I strive to be
I am in awe as I smile back timidly
eager to curtsy to this wondrous Queen
Until a lonesome seagull enters the scene
distracting me from my nautical dream
With eyes wide open and mouth agape
I fall victim to her spell
Beneath darkened skies
and crashing waves
I am calmed by the sound of a ship’s bell
My weakness turns to strength
and my heart begins to sing
to the rhythm of the harbor breeze
and to sights and smells of tangled seaweed
My cheeks are kissed by the salted lips
of a loving ocean spray
and my life is blessed by the endless love
of a brilliant Lighthouse
A lone structure of inanimate beauty
So haunting, so eerie; and wanting to be seen
