In The Lighthouse
Shifting sands on shores
twilight teased of night times fright
still harbors slumber
Kennebec flows fast
when tides rise with full moons glow
salt-tinged rivers surge
Twas around this time
a year ago he was lost
some ships disappear
Others find new docks
widows walk each night waiting
for the boats return
At doubling point
she climbed the rough wooden spire
releasing her heart
Closed eyes saw no fall
tense muscles felt no water
as the body crashed
Drifting out to find
her hearts true cemetery
among ocean wrecks
A flame not light shines
lingering near old candles
inside the lighthouse
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All about Maine, because lets face it Kentucky just has the Gorge. Sometimes you just miss living on the ocean.
I am enjoying your longer poems. My favorite stanza is:
Closed eyes saw no fall
tense muscles felt no water
as the body crashed
I love the sky in today’s artwork.
For me, it captures the widow’s emotions.
That’s very kind. I normally try not to use longer sets. I think of it as a challenge say what I want or three sets or less. In this instance I was thinking Poe via Stephen King, so Western writing tends to be more direct, less abstract and longer. I’m an expressionist, its less important about what I’m saying, painting or making the focus is how you feel when you see, feel or hear it.
So what emotions did you feel?(dont tell) I can’t tell you, the goal was to make you feel anything, something. Probably not what I felt, that’s the difference with expressionism. I’m happy you felt anything from my work, thank you for ALL the comments.