A lighthouse stands in solitude
upon a sea swept shore,
It’s keeper seeks the fortitude
to shine that light once more!
Lost sailors drift that rocky coast -
while storms stir up the foam,
The light is what they need the most
to see their way back home.
Let keeper grasp the magic key
that opens locks and chains,
To climb the stairs with humble plea
for warmth of blood to veins.
Then sit upon that royal place
and know a keeper’s role,
Is not for self but more for grace,
where kindness senses soul.
That light will beam across the waves,
your spirit too may stream,
Above the clouds where misty haze
now lifts to share that dream.
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Author notes
As the muse sits perched waiting to be heard perhaps humor sits just behind waiting for the sun to shine?
The Scotsman ...
A piper was placing his pipes on the ground,
Just as a wild wind, breezed in and whirled ‘round,
Upping his kilt - eager eyes all stared down,
Posing, a participle dangled profound!
j
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A contest entry
- a-Muse-ment by Mirthryl.
600 points, ended September 7, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Oh yeah...!
There's something about lighthouses for sure, they are like guardians, watchers, maybe god is a lighthouse...what say you? love this piece too much, I take my hat off to the guy who climbs up and down those steps...thanks for sharing, I got one for you it's called "make me a beacon" it's not posted yet, you just reminded me of it... John
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Congratulations!
for a deserved trophy.
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I enjoyed this very much
I often dreamed of living in a lighthouse when I was a child, so this brought back some fond memories for me. A beautiful engaging read!
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WOW!
I love this, always have loved the sea - and lighthouses - anything to do with the ocean and life's ebb & flow really make my day. Great work!! Best of luck in the contest!!! Take care (and stay safe in your storms over there), Cyn
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Hurrah for the lifting
of the misty haze,
revealing the light
navigating the maze.
And hurrah for the writer
who crafts to perfection,
but reminds us of variety,
humor in grammatical inperfection.
Aesthete
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So many possibilities with this write!
The lighthouse could be the writer, waiting for the muse to climb and light inspiration's lamp. His projected light and writes provide the means to lift and encourage other struggling souls.
The keeper could be the writer. In his own weariness, seeking the fortitude "to shine that light once more!" The lighthouse is his means to broadcast and magnify the light he humbly carries in chilled hands. Thusly, the lighthouse would be his building of skills in writing and communication. Also, accepting the role of Keeper: to willingly be one's brother's keeper, accountable for his weal as it lies in our power. That would be a "royal place;" where selflessness is activated by another's need.
Excellent meter and rhyme. Beautifully done alliteration. Great imagery. Inspirational. Author note suggests that the muse is not strayed, but quietly awaiting our attention!
Thank you for your entry!
p.s. loved The Scotsman...
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LOL, for your author note.
...and humor sits above, over, under and around most every moment of mine.
No laughter for the poem, that was exceptional, you'll have to get by on applause.
May we all be keepers of the light, or beacons ourselves..if we are that fortunate...the mildly gifted portray it, the truly gifted create it...something like that.
I ceased my lighthouse keeping a while ago. I carry a flashlight that I shine in a locked closet...it works for me though.
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Excellent as always
With Miss MargaretG I agree. We are but the keepers of the light. I see your muse has decided to let your light shine bright as can be in this perfectly fashioned piece of poetic delight. Good luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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I like this
I love a well-rhymed and metrical poem, especially with a strong metaphor and clear images - well done! This is a different take on the whole muse idea, that poetry is a light and the poet is merely its keeper (I hope I got that ok).
Best of luck with this fine poem!
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