Alistair Adkinson Poems
- A Lighthouse My sails are down, the wind is high, the ...
- Tell Me A Story, Mother Tell me a story, mother, and then ...
- The Bomb Is this what I want? An ugly detente? A cold and...
- A Smoker's Lung I’m a smoker’s lung, torn open, bloody, and...
- The Line Between Arrogance And... I have tossed love from ...
- Infants We could shed these artificial clothes, these rags ...
- Do You Remember Me? Do you remember window-unit nights, and...
Why am I such a misfit?
I am not just a nit-wit!
Just because my nose glows
Why don't I fit in? more »
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My sails are down,
the wind is high,
the waves are crashing into me –
the coal-black ocean water
is all that I can see.
My hull is bare,
my belly’s tight,
and land seems far away –
with no harbor lights to guide me
until the break of day.
Dread has crept into my thoughts,
and filled my mind with fear,
until, at once, I see a light,
faint, but crystal clear.
It quickly passes from my sight,
But then turns ‘round once more –
will guide me now
to a safe, familiar shore.
A lighthouse lamp ...