The Old Lighthouse Poem by Tan Pratonix
The Old Lighthouse
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.
Great poem written here Tan. Love that old lighthouse.
Haunting write.. I love lighthouses. I could almost see it. Joyce
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wow, such a nice poem but I think theres some hidden emotions underneath the old lighthouse. Thanks for sharing :) this deserves a 10++++