The Beacon

The light flickers at the window pane

A beacon for all to see

A lady peers out in the rain

Oh Lord, send him home to me.


The soldier looks up to the skies

Body crumpled to where he was thrown

Staring now with unseeing eyes

That will never again see home


The fisherman caught in a net of his weaving

Screaming his life at the sea

Fighting his death and still unbelieving

That this could be happening to me


The driver mangled in the remains

Of what was once was his pride

his life ran out with the blood of his veins

Alone, far from home when he died


A flickering light calling for shades of the past

Window glass steams with her breath

Though the night is so long it cannot outlast

The despair and denial of death.

  • Author: Tallisman (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 4th, 2022 00:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is the last of the earlier ones taken down , or at least the last I feel worthy of reposting! As always, apologies if you have read this before…
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  • Goldfinch60

    Another very good emotive write tallisman.


    • tallisman

      Cheers Andy😁

    • Raven333

      OMG. Yet another GREAT write. You got me scared thinking about death. I don't even want to think about it. You got something special my friend!!

      • tallisman

        Thanks Raven, I can be a bit morbid😄

        • Raven333

          LOL, Your welcome.. And then count me in to!!! Real quick.. I make poetry contest on this web site and when i post them they fill up fast because am always doing death, ghosts, skinwalkers.. shit like that but people love it!!

        • L. B. Mek

          today in the news, there's a story
          of a how a guy survived all night
          in the sea with an overturn boat
          by making an air bubble;
          fate, is a harsh judge of a life's worth sometimes
          while some
          make miracles happen, clumsily
          trip and break their neck, and dead...
          (thanks for sharing, dear poet
          another wonderfully emotive read
          sorry I took it to a rather bleak and callous
          place, in my comments
          sadly my cynicism gets in the way
          at times)

          • tallisman

            Hi LB, thanks for the comment👍

          • shamrocker ☘️❤️☘️

            Well written Tallisman!

            • tallisman

              Thanks Shamrocker, much appreciated😄

            • Bella Shepard

              The nature of death is incomprehensible. We know from a young age that things die, we accept that we will die, we even plan for it, and yet we can't really understand it. What a thought provoking write my friend!

              • tallisman

                Thanks Bella, glad you liked it👍

              • Teddy.15

                Beautiful dear Tallisman, reminds me of one of my favourite Irish songs "sonny" so very apt for now although this is actually timeless. 💖

                • tallisman

                  Hi Teddy, hope you had a good break and good to see you back! Glad you liked it😁

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