A lighthouse
stands lofty,
tall and straight,
erect in its stark
simplicity.
Its light
beams out
across the waves,
rotating,
warning all
who come too near
that the
face of death,
here, rears its ugly head.
With breakers crashing
onto the rocks
around its base,
and the spray lifting
forty feet or more,
one feels the force
of the water
as it plunges
back again
into the surging foam.
This beacon
is a constant
emission,
a guiding light
to all who venture
out upon the sea
in all kinds
of vessels.
Its light
pierces the darkness,
unrelenting in its
gyration,
sending a signal
to forewarn.
A vigilant
and trustworthy guardian,
and an assuagement,
for all those
mariners
who are
ocean bound.
ernestine...all about a lighthouse...and what it stands for...and as i went thru your poems and your stats i realized that this is exactly what you have been to PH...a lighthouse...love...nalini
Lovely descriptive qualities here. There's something quite spiritual about a lighthouse and it's light is always so reassuring. Great write. Andrew x
Dear Ernestine You would have enough respect for charactor alone, but when you write like this then it can only be amplified Love duncan X
Ernestine, I can't think of any structure more noble than a light house. Your poem only strengthens this view. Well done! ! Brian
I enjoyed this very much. Whoever thought that a poem about a lighthouse could be so grand? Glad you did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely beautiful Ernistine! Then again I've always treasured your pieces! Love~n~Honor, Kris