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Eye of the Night

What comfort, lighthouse, in this automated age? No welcoming glow from cottage windows, no friendly keeper brewing tea, just a cold white beam flaying the night. Lighthouse, in deepest dark you stand a watch as lonely as mine, both turning vacant eyes to an uncompromising dawn, both lonely daymarks for the dispossessed. What comfort, lighthouse, What comfort?

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Robert Lindley

Date: 8/1/2015 8:49:00 AM

Those that truly seek the Light find the comfort as soon as they embrace it.Love this poem.. A7

Jan Allison

Date: 7/30/2015 4:41:00 PM

loved the imagery and personification - we have many lighthouses on our little Island:-) beautiful yet sad Mary:-) mary you are a very accomplished writer:-) hugs Jan xx

Mary Rotman
Date: 7/30/2015 4:51:00 PM

Thank you for your comment, Jan, as always.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/30/2015 4:01:00 PM

I love how you ended it with that question. That made it more than ordinary light house poem. Well done!

Mary Rotman
Date: 7/30/2015 4:38:00 PM

I do try to avoid "ordinary." It just happens someimes. Thank you.