Poetry Blogs (lighthouse)
Crisp air cuts through my skin, like paper to skin
the warmth of the sun
heats the metal of the railing below my hand,
holding steady to the rough current below.
Ropes of green curl below the surface,
peeking through the waves,
currents whip past the haul,
my soul opens to the depths as I look out.
Past the cobbled staircase surrounding the light house,
Saturday 3rd February 2018 1:07 am
Passions of the Soul
Like a lighthouse set on rocky shores
we gaze at the world within our sight
with scant regard for any cause;
indifferent as the mosquito's flight,
and chatter gaily over tea or beer
on friendship, crime, or the next career.
But I am ego: I stand alone,
a moral agent in time and tide.
With resolution I keep my own
counsel; hermit-like, my thou...
Sunday 15th October 2017 1:50 pm
the flimsy frame rattles
as a doom laden bellow
pierces the smoky milk
shrieking away unwary
sailors straying close
to Yorkshires crumbling coast
like some creature
lost in torment
beneath dull yellow light
from sweet smelling
their cog wheels
turned up high
and wicks ablaze
to ward off the dark
a jigsaw unattended
its pieces spilling
Wednesday 2nd April 2014 2:13 pm