The lighthouse guides no one it seems
when it is the sun’s shift to shine
it only comes alive at twilight
when eyes cannot define.
But what happens when a lighthouse dies,
and the sun shines its hottest flame?
Big and small ships run amok
with no help in sight to right them.
A mother dies, and then what happens?
Her brood of adult children clash and inflame
and there’s nothing to do about it, but
wait for the turbulence to right them.
© selma
This is my response to the prompt for Sadje of Keep it Alive Website.
Thank you, Sadje. Blessings to everyone.
Image credit; 12019 @ Pixabay
Sadje: For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a lighthouse
on top of a gray concrete dock. The light on its top can be seen shining
in the pre-dawn day. In the background, lights from a ship or a port can
be seen.
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so sad, when the light of the family goes out
It is sad. The music dies then too. Thanks for reading, dear Beth.
Beautiful light house 🏡. Pic. Very written in words.
It’s a beautiful picture, right, Raj. I love it too. Glad you enjoyed it. Blessings.
Yes, It’s beautiful picture, I tooo love.
When the hand or the light that guides us is gone, there’ll be chaos for sure. Thanks Selma for joining in with this great reminder.
A lovely prompt, lovely lady. Thank you. Xoxo
My pleasure dear friend
Thought provoking, Selma
Thanks for reading it, dear VJ. Blessings.
Welcome
Deep and sad.
Yes, indeed. It happens.
Yes, to both. Glad you read, Maria dear. Xoxo
Always a pleasure, Selma ☺️
I like the way you describe turbulence righting the situation in the end!
I’m so happy you read this, dear Ingrid. If the turbulence doesn’t right them, nothing else will. Maybe. Blessings, dear one. Xo
You are so right! I’ve witnessed this type of disaster first hand.
It happens. Yes. Thanks Belladonna