Tan Pratonix

Rookie - 1 Points (Triolet, Mauritius)

The Old Lighthouse - Poem by Tan Pratonix

There it stands
on the edge of the sands,
washed by spray
all night and day,
the old lighthouse,
empty and still,
echoes shrill
with the sounds
of screaming seabirds.

Never more at night
will its beam of light,
powerful and bright,
sweep the sea.
Never more;
for it is dead and gone,
and near the shore
the lighthouse
stands forlorn.


Comments about The Old Lighthouse by Tan Pratonix

  • Rookie Joyce Chelmo (4/24/2006 10:58:00 PM)

    Haunting write.. I love lighthouses. I could almost see it.

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  • Rookie Sandra Fowler (2/12/2006 11:14:00 AM)

    If there is light to look at, darkness is diminished if only for a little while. As I read your lovely poem, I felt a sweet sadness for things of value that are gone forever.
    Thank you for sharing your old lighthouse with me..

    Regards, Sandra Fowler (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Martin Turner (1/28/2006 6:19:00 AM)

    All form and little content, Tan. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 28, 2006


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