A vertical cloud by day
A pillar of hope at night
From afar I see the white lips
Of the intemperate waves
But lightning on its rods and
Crashes on its sturdy base die a
Silent death before I can react
Like a lighthouse, I brave the day
But I crumble alone at night
From afar you might see my lips
Curled, but not know about my waves
Or of the lightning that grips and
Crashes on my frame and I die a
Silent death before you can react
So when you see me during the day
Hold back your gripe, don’t inflame my night
I was once a lad with upturned lips
Afloat but scared of sinking waves
That swelled over society’s brink and
Quenchless flames that on my bosom die a
Silent death before I know how to react
Bid me “Sail On!” you stately lighthouse
Of me make a new Prometheus*
Copyright © selmamartin
- Prometheus is known for his intelligence and for being a champion of mankind,
and is also generally seen as the author of the human arts and sciences. - “A new Prometheus*” mentioned in H.W. LONGFELLOW’s Poem The Lighthouse
is used here with the above reference.
Written for Sadje’s WDYS prompt # 256 and on behalf of all people battling
waves of anxiety in seas that shake them like a fleece.
“It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp,
And hold it up, and shake it like a fleece.
“…bring man nearer unto man!”
~ The Lighthouse by H.W. LONGFELLOW
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a lighthouse located on a tiny
piece of land near a rocky coastline. The sea around it is misty and gray.
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Thank you for reading.
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This is lovely, Selma. Lighthouses are magical. Hugs.