on a cliff by the sea
there is a cottage
with a lighthouse rising up
behind the slightly slanted roof
though isolated, there is
no loneliness here
only the howling wind
and rolling grassy hills
dotted with daisies,
dandelions, and clovers
a bard resides there
that loved a sea captain
to the point of becoming
a beacon,
always more welcome than warning
and isn’t that a beautiful thing,
loving someone to the point
of creation?
after all, every living thing
needs some kind of constant
like a weather-beaten ship,
coffee always warm on the stove,
or a bard, tirelessly keeping
a light burning
in order to guide his
sea captain home
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Author:
Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments4
That's what is called unconditional love or devotion. Many of us have a light within, a beacon which motivates us to carry on trough the storms which batter us. Ever more needed with the pandemic about. Stay safe.
I’d say the bard is very devoted to the sea captain. Thank you for reading my work! You stay safe, too.
Oh I love it! My heart is broken.
We should all be so loved as to have a beacon to show us the way home and keep us from dashing on the rocks in the dark. I wonder how many generations will understand these images? Radar and geolocation are replacing light houses and sea captains alike. I just read that almost all lighthouses are run by computers and are no longer manned. Sigh.
A very soothing reminder of how love should be. “after all, every living thing needs some kind of constant”. That is what brings comfort and peace to our crazy lives. Knowing a beacon will be there for us.
Thanks for writing this wonderful poem.
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