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I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Monday, April 4, 2011

LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER



Isolated,
an island out-
post hosting a
beacon bright;
scanning the night,
offering sight 
to wayward
wayfarers. 
He stands on 
watch, keeping 
the lamp sweep-
ing the water.Buoys 
bob in the darkness,
harkening the bells 
with the swell of each 
wave. Deep bellow-
ing horns cut the evening
fog, leaving a long echo 
from harbor to shore. A 
solitary ex-sailor never fails 
to offer security; a sentinel 
sure and silent. Alone in the night, a beacon bright.
 
 
Walt

3 comments:

  1. The lighthouses along Lake Huron have led me to write poems, too!
    So right, "beacons bright"!

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  2. Good stuff, PArtner! When Keith and I are out on the lake, I sometimes like to stare at the lighthouse, and imagine what it would be like live in one.

    M.E.

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  3. Same imaginings here. And yes that is correct...55! I recieved a similar bump over at "Poet's Heart". It's good the be the king!

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