It’s always been an illuminating tradition
promising radiant salvation, offered
to the sailors throughout the ships at sea.
The vibrant incineration of light,
A reflection of Gods’ eye.
Guiding the seamen home on foggy,
stormy, rain raged nights.
Unseen lines separate the huge boats
unsafe! From the rough edge of the shore.
Achievement, success, completes the score the
promise of a new beginnings
as the tempest subsides.
The greatest of temptations
are the traditions of men.
Their love of the waves crashing,
is passion and sweet rhapsody,
drenched in saltwater, each ones
individual glee.
Author notes
There would be many deaths without those lighthouses..and there keepers. This is the picture of a real lighthouse in Key West,FL. I find them all beautiful and mystical....
A contest entry
- Lighthouses by Turtledove.
650 points, ended February 15, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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KEY WEST..
A poem that combines the influence of natural forces with the workings of love in the human life.I admire the use of figurative language to depict workings of passion and erotic desires stimulated by love.
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Corrections on usage
"From the ruff edge of the shore." Correction: "ruff" s/b "rough"; please use traditional spellings. It hurts the quality of your work, I think. Leave it if you prefer it "ruff". (It won't improve nor hurt your chances in the contest..) -
Well done indeed
Nice work, novy. Love the pic as well. Some truth in this one. Walt.
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