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Island Spirit

Palm trees are swaying island style
Within the gentle trade wind's flow,
As Egrets glide on salty air—
Then land where verdant grasses grow.

Breathe in sweet scents of tuberose
And let fine mist caress your face,
Dive deep into aqua waters—
Become enchanted with this place.

Let your eyes consume the beauty,
Let rhythmic music soothe your mind.
You'll feel the aloha spirit—
A kinder people you won't find.

Go hiking in hillside forests,
There are no bears or snakes that hide,
Just waterfalls you'll find waiting,
That flow toward the ocean side.

In the distance whales are breaching,
Humpbacks with little calves in tow.
They share waters with the dolphins,
And green sea turtles down below.

Can you hear paradise calling?
Whispering your name at sunrise,
To later bask on pearly sands.
Swaying hula hips at moonrise,

Coaxing you to join in the dance.
Exotic Mai Tai in your hands,
Sweet flower leis caress your neck,
Come investigate our islands,

And board on wild waves at surfside,
Cast your cold and cares to the breeze.
Sailing out on sunset cruises—
Take homeward bound warm memories.

© Connie Marcum Wong

To all my poetry friends suffering in the cold states. Come take a mini vacation
from the freezing temperatures. Aloha--




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The Wind

~~The Wind~~
            
           ---
Look into my eyes
Follow me into a world of ecstasy
There and only there
Will you find the peace to unwind
           ---

Beautiful brown eyes not blue
Shady lids, stunning  ocean view
Embracing every word 

Hear the wind whispers your name
Come with me
Drown with me
Into the abyss of loving rain
Embrace this moment as I draw you in with words
Release you with the warmth -------I was there

I Share--I take
I LOVE--I HATE
Into my arms
I am the charm
Around your neck
Around your wrist
Listen to the voice from my beating heart
It yearns
The freedom of touch
The freedom of speech. 
Of love, 
Of purity
Like the wind
I'll find my way
Into your heart
Arouse the cheerful energy
Of your insecurity and pen
Follow me into the sea
There we will fall into the deep
Build sand castles 
Around dreams of reality
Slip into my aura light 
Set to the rhythm of the oceanic night

Now, listen to the breeze
It's called out your name
It's only a matter of time----------------
You'll find yourself calling out...... mine

by: PD
Dedicated to all my loving friends & fans :-)


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A DOLPHIN'S VIEW

A Dolphin's View.

In my babies eyes, 
There is only blue skies.
We are out of harms’ way, 
We have survived another day.

If only, I could speak!
Would you HEAR me?

I’ll protect them if I can, 
Against you, they call man.
Afraid our future may be bleak, 
Man is so weak.

If only, I could speak!
Would you HEAR me?

You hunt us down, for your own greed,
You slaughter my family, when there is no need.
You steal our babies to put in your tanks,
To justify your deeds, but we say, No Thanks!

If only, I could speak!
Would you HEAR me?

Our home is the ocean, this magnificent sea,
And you are welcome, to swim there with me.
But when you and your family, swim in our home, 
I ask you with sincerity, do we NOT leave you alone?

If only, I could speak!
Would you HEAR me?

If we chased after you, with jaws noshing instead,
If we laughed when you screamed, as the ocean turned red.
If we stole YOUR babies, how would YOU feel?
Or viewed YOUR family, as just another meal! 

If only, I could speak!
Would you HEAR me?

Think of me, when you have read this story,
And tell me why; destroying my family, gives you such glory?
We are all on this earth, to be the best that we can,
Maybe it was God’s mistake; he created man…

If only, I could speak!
Would you HEAR me?

Did you HEAR me? 

 


Written by
Vicki Darcy
2014.


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TUNES OF WAVES


In waters’ calm leisure, mellow tides drift Along back strides that always find their sway, The lighter blues, the deeper jades, that sift Glimmers of mollusks that twinkle and play. From the swoon of bay when dusk slowly cranes Pewter the wavelets, darker steel the shore; Above, one bold and yellow stripe explores To jiggle in a curdled breeze and spills A frothy crest with waltzes soon to fade Before moon comes in her gathering wade. Notes I hold, on the ocean waves’ last set A gurgling never the same every time That I might grow thirsty and soon forget Salty ripples forming different chirps Never out of waves' hums in dancing flips. Sheri Fresonke Harper's Out Of Water Contest


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When The Sun Sets

When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.


Details | Ballade | |

Walking by the ocean

The ocean

I used to live beside the sea
It was not long ago
A footpath went along the beach
One could walk, and watch the show
As the ocean played its song of love
And the seagulls made much din
It was a lovely place to go
As each day, it did begin.

I loved it in the morning times
When the moon was big and round
It seemed to rest upon horizon
Such joy I often found
Admiring me, this yellow orb
That seemed so very huge
And as I’d walk, within my dreams
I’d often take refuge.

Sometimes I'd walk there, evenings too
And watch the sun go down
As the sky would turn to marmalade
And it seemed this Sphere would drown
As the ocean swallowed it all up
And the night came creeping in
And seagulls sang there evening songs
How I loved their noisy din.

There’s something about the mighty ocean
That makes me want to write
The seaweed and the salty breeze
Give me such sweet delight
I love the rivers, love the lakes
And yet the wild, wild sea
It has a treasure of it’s own
That just calls out to me.

5 November 2013 @ 0950hrs.


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the ocean speaks

the ocean speaks a
language we all understand. . .
serene to surly



For Heather Ober's Ocean-ku Contest


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crimson tide

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                                    pink gulls of twilight

                                            circle the hidden cove...

                                                    sand between our toes




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A Breakaway

22 June 2010

A Breakaway

 
For mankind has the power to think big
History puts them in the pedestal of their career
Aimless drifting until fatally engaged into drilling rig
Raised a surface at the heart of the sea to exploit oil on its frontier

Oil wells at the deepest sea-bed formed million years ago
Also a marine habitat that proliferate at the cold bottom
Rendezvous for waterfowl and aquatic mammals arrived apropos
To add spectacle to the blue water, as accustomed

The fresh water flowing in a cascade of sparks
The sea free access to an ocean while some in landlocked
Life on Earth comes in the seas and we proceed to embark
As ocean currents supply the heat energy round the clock

Many ritually unclean substances are passing into oceans
Adulterating the purity of water in its freshness
Oil spills from off-shore and tanker spread discoloration
Suffocating marine life and ingesting illness

Chronicling ecological cycle literally affect food chain
Stripping resistant from their organic structure and suffer
From the toxins of oil spill prevents water replenishment
Coating aquatic surface with stain holding tougher

A closer look are dying birds and aquatic mammals
Leaving a baleful mark on the waterways
Cleaning up the breakdown oil is costly and fatal
That I may see no more escalating sense of bad omen into the ocean’s forays

13th place winner to:
GULF OIL SPILL CONTEST
7/4/2010 Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup


Details | Choka | |

On the Ocean Waves


Echoing seas rise, 
I settle in for the eve
on a boat of memories.
I float parallel 
to the perilous breaking
of tides, crashing near the shore.
Unaware of risk,
I dream under starlit sky,
reflections of yesteryear. 
Joyful days of youth
sparkle on the ocean waves
embracing me with their glow.  
Rocked by endless sea,
each wave is a mystery
bearing life and aged secrets.
Divulging desires
and nature's rhythm of truth
into the depths of my soul.
Ev'ry starlit night,  
you will find me here.
I am free, one with the sea.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 29, 2012
for On the Ocean Waves Contest (Francine Roberts) 


Details | Rubaiyat | |

What the Mermaid Knows


Full is the sea of your memories
Seaweed meadowed, deep cave treasuries
Stories that summon the lost and curious
Legends embossed in silent reveries

Drift the illumined waves of your home
Wide the blue realms in which you may roam
Your spirit alive beyond undersea depths
In echoes of songs over silver green foam.

What is it - what does the mermaid know
Beyond the clouds and the winds that blow
That she is woman and nature combined
Her wisdom of this on mankind will bestow


Suzanne Delaney

Rubaiyat


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Night

If the waves clutched for my feet once more And invited me to drift Would you pull me back from ocean's shore Or let my spirit lift; Would you wade into the waters deep And hold my frozen life Or discontent with ocean's tide Let be with saddening strife. If moonlight was our only cover And her reflection beckoned me- Would you swim a naked body And sing our souls as "Free" If ensconced in nature's grasping hands, Whether waves or Freedom's play Will you follow me, but nature's pet, And embrace the dying day?


Details | Triolet | |

The Avalanche

The avalanche comes plunging down like ocean foam. How white the snow! King Mount casts off his lofty crown; the avalanche comes plunging down! It wraps pines' green and chilled earth's brown beneath its crushing roaring flow. The avalanche comes plunging down. Like ocean foam, how white the snow!
For Brian Strand's TWO TO TWELVE any form/any theme max of 12 lines


Details | Light Poetry | |

Moonrise

 A moonrise over the bluff
 the earth is alive
 showing off her beauty in a ray of colors
 As the waves roll in hitting the sandy shore
 there's no place you would rather be
 a perfect moment in a perfect place
 nothing but you & the sea
 & as the 
 earthly winds whisper along your face
 you feel the freedom wash along your feet
 a moonrise captured 
 sitting so high 
 you thank the universe your alive..
 

Inspired by a photo taken at a beach where I grew up.


Details | Free verse | |

Spin of Time

The season is here
On this typical Maiden morn
 Of week days
It’s by this hour
Though slightly late
I rose to take my bath

The ointment was done and gone 
What’s more was to
Nestle on the well placed
Soft sofa by the corner
Of my reading room
And to await my breakfast
To be served.

Well has been done to the belly
What’s needed (from me) was 
After settling on the round
To dress up and find my way
To the lecture room

Alas an indignation
Though a natural inclination
That crept into the scene
When I was about stepping 
Out of the room

Here I picked up the cast 
Of the rolling sound
Escorted by the heavy gale
 At the fore
Of my chamber door 

The cloud I glimpsed
Beckoned on these 
Natural commotions
 
The rumbled 
Of this morn thunderstorm
Took me by surprise
As I felt the tremble of my abode 
As though the roof and the wall would cave in

How heavy this morning rush would be?
Certainly it’s heavy and took charge closely 
Three hours of the entire day

Blessing showery hours
Wasn’t it?
That would best be related
In the meantime
By the soaking swamp
The well wet weed
The saturated sea pool
And the colorful field 
Of bloom cherries and roses

Posted on 23/04/2013 


Details | Terzanelle | |

Emerald Ocean

I walked to the ocean and my boat
I had not been there in a long time.
Covered in moss I wondered would it float.

The air was perfect the ocean mine.
Huge waves did their dance along the shore.
I had not been there in a long time.

A perfect day I couldn't ask for more.
Graceful seagulls flying overhead.
Huge waves did their dance along the shore.

Distant horizon sun glowing red.
Emerald colored waters completed scene.
Graceful seagulls flying overhead.

There are moments that seem like a dream.
Perfection's the gift that filled my eyes.
Emerald colored waters completed scene.

At moments like those I realize.
Perfection's the gift that filled my eyes.
I walked to the ocean and my boat.
Covered with moss I hoped it would float.

Terzanelle for my friend Eileen.


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Gifts from the Tide

Constantly she toils 
in the darkness of the heaving sea
gathering treasures into her aprons deep;
twice a day she knocks, panting,
at the shoreline’s wide stretching door,
and scatters her abundant gifts
for vagabonds like me to reap.

October 24, 2014


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Speckled Sea Air Stings Soft Skin

Sea horizon in the distance ...a clean line.... a quiet shore
Every day the ocean washes up something new on its sandy floor...
Today,  the sea formed  haystacks of seaweed piled quiet high
Yesterday   sea sponges and fan-shells lapped the crunchy sands
Gentle humming of  soft ocean sounds humms  by to and fro
Seagulls squawking , flying in unison form a V- like kite formation
Their pale eyes widen  as red feet and beaks hover and flutter
Two yellow labradors swimming and weaving from shore to  ocean
Bounding gracefully into the water , chasing and  jumping in unison
Tirelessly,effortlessly running along their beloved ocean shore.
Young dogs greet each other in an excitedly ,friendly fashion.
Horses hoof prints embedded gracefully in the shoreline sand....
Broken glass edges  made smooth with the sands abrasion
Oh wonderful mobile reflecting the sunlights warm sensations!




Details | Italian Sonnet | |

My Perfect Pearl

The life of this pearl, how it grew from the sand
Is a wonderful story to tell
For it bothered the flesh in an oyster's grey shell
And the oyster then coated the sand
It was milky and white, added band after band
'Till it formed a white shell
So a creature can't tell
That it grew from a grain of the sand

This gemstone of mine
From the depths of the sea
Has a glittering shine
That is easy to see
So it's hard to imagine, this treasure so fine
All began as a grain in the sea



Written 3/2/2013


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Heart of the Sea

           Essence of salt and waves crashing
           The World of the Sea has a heart
            Careful not to offend thee ~

            The spills of oil , nuclear waste
             Drilling and mistakes, 
           Man infused sewage and waste 

           The capture of Fish while Dis guarding a life of a Dolphin
           The Sea and its very Mystery is crying as all fish dying
           Is there a place and time where we stop and love what was given

          The Heart of the Sea not to ever be underestimated
          For when sadden great wrath will fall in sequence with wind
          Water and Wind can create its Heart broken fiercely without mercy

          What have we done to create this disharmony 
           It is not hard to see as Tsunamis and Hurricanes such as Katrina unfold
           It is the Heart of the Sea Broken , The heart of the Sea Spoken 
    
           We hear her Heart , we feel her wrath , 
                The Heart Of The Sea ...this Heart cries 
                    This Heart is angry , will we take responsibility ?


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Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 



©2013 Honestly JT


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UNDER THE SEA

      UNDER THE SEA
Sometimes the sea brings hope to me
as if a dream has come and meant to be
it weaves a spell I know too well
within a time that's known but to the sea.

An empty sound is all around
and echos from what walls there may be found
a click--a tap--a buzz--a snap,
within the time that fills my empty sound;

the light goes through eternal blue
and into space as light can only do,
as pressure grows, my being flows,
contented in the dream I'm flowing through.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Ballad | |

Just One Ocean Blue

Hearing the sweet melody
	My emotions take me away
		As I listen to the sea
			And the Ocean underway

Feeling the rippling pool tide
	I voice my harmony
		I hear the waves that glide
			They sing their song to me

				Tasting the salty air
					There was a whipping breeze
						Snapping without a care
							And whistling with great ease

				Smelling the sandy wetness
					Where water meets the Earth
						A seemingly relentless
							Undercurrent birth

I hear, I feel, I taste, I smell
	This great big Ocean true
		It is an endless water well
			Where only fish should rule

But, once again, the human rules of life
	Destroy what it does not see
		I can feel this Ocean’s strife
			Can you not hear its plea?

				This Ocean needs humanity
					But what do we do in return?
						We kill it with our insanity
							And never want to learn
	
				Consume not what you cannot give
					Back to this water deep
						I know this Ocean wants to live
							Breathing beauty for all to keep

Just one Ocean blue, once pure
	This water will become a mirage
		We leave Mother Nature with no cure
			We pollute her with our garbage

Everyone should seek the path
	Of preserving this Ocean we need
		She knows a fury full of wrath
			Beware Mother Nature and take heed!

Tammy Ann Rose Snyder

 
  


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Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.


Details | Ode | |

Mother Ocean

Froth and foam, time and tide...
Ah, the motion of the ocean.
‘Tis the source of my heart's longing,
The place of my soul's belonging, 
With it's push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

As time and space go rambling on...
At your shores, the same time and space
Stand halted...
Your maker and mine exalted...
By your push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

At times I find myself longing,
To become one with you,
And your knowing of life's beginnings,
Both old and new...
And the days and years of all your learnings.

To find myself wrapped up, 
In your fathomless embrace,
In all the ways you have kissed me,
With the currents of your passion…
Your endless days, the mystical fashion,
Of your push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

Yet how shall I fathom, 
Your unending endlessness?
And how shall I counter, 
Your impartial fury?
Most certain am I that it will bury,
And erase, 
All that is and leave no trace, 
Of that which is and was to come.

For man who is blind, sees only your wealth, 
And not wholly that, 
But that which he deems
As wealth.

Till you, left naked and raped, rise...
To reprove us, to open our eyes.

Only then do we see, 
T'was meant to be, 
That you, and I and we,
Are made as one.

And as to you, unto us is done.

Thus to us is done for sure, 
Till blindly stumbling we find this cure:

That those who shall possess you, 
Shall do in setting you free.

And to them is your grace, 
To them is your passion, 
The depths of your soul and the endless fashion, 
Of your timeless, enduring mystery.


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The Deep Ocean Floor

Beginning with the gift of my first breath
On an island by the sea
Mother Ocean’s been a constant friend 
And companion next to me. 

From sandy beaches I once strode, searching
For shells washed up on shore;
From down in the depths where creatures crept
And I listened to the roar. 

Of foamy waves that splashed and bathed
My sun-tanned skin and bones -
Washing away those youthful days 
Near the refuge I called home. 

Before following winds that captured me then
Like a pirate in search of new treasure - 
Beyond the horizon where the sun sets and rises  
Uncharted, untethered, unmeasured. 

Miles beyond miles and years beyond years
Mother Ocean’s been my only domain – 
On ships that sailed and in times I failed
She’s always known my name. 

From St. Croix to the South Pacific,
Martinique to the River Nile – 
She’s been there when no one else cared
Turning rivers of tears into smiles. 

She’s been around throughout all that I found,
Love, hate and ruins of old – 
Ancient remains of cites and graves
Of names and faces unknown. 

Except to the Maker, the Giver, the Taker
Of all from stardust to dreams – 
Including this ocean and Her magical potion 
From now ‘till the end of all things.  

While now here I rest where white waves crest 
Caressing my mind once more – 
Listening to Her breeze whispering to me:
“Come down to my deep ocean floor.”    


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Treasures Forever Hidden

Stirring sea green waters
Shifting sand finding flesh

Tides come and go
Moonbeams glow

As smooth perfect pearls grow
For thousands of years it has been so

But the lucky ones find their way
To the magical places far away

Those waters forbidden
Where treasures stay forever hidden


©Donna Jones


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WATERWORLD


Below earth,darting fish hear the arteries of the undersea replete with mollusks and embroidered shells as wreath of lotus revels in peace, bathing in the salt of puffed clouds. Gentle are urchins whispering tuneful language of serenity ,somewhat delicate as sea bed is to coral in the moist throb of dweling spaces for trade fleets to beckon the blue. Like so, guardians of an archipelago watch emblems of armadas ruffling the Pacific rim. Man- made vessels are aliens in the waterworld: greedy eyes, clawed hands pirating the mothers of pearls and infants of reefs. A watchful dolphin rolls along, shaking the ark's basement ramming doors of the ocean floor: a world poisoned by tainted oil and dynamites where callous merchants invade the daily haul from innocent fishermen. Along shores, a divide between friends and foes is uncompromising; that beyond words, lord of tide rises to acknowledge the kindness of strangers, if they are kind enough to respect a waterworld's sacred heritage. Caleb Smith's Gone Fishin' by nette onclaud


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Faces of the Ocean

Grey waters in storm
Green waters in the sunshine
Golden waves at dusk


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THE LIGHTHOUSE

This lighthouse reflecting impeccably 
To promote nautical navigation
For sailors protecting diligently
A storied maritime reputation

This lighthouse reflecting beautifully
A scenic welcoming invitation
This lovely picturesque monstrosity 
An artist's beautiful motivation

*The practical and the poetic side of a lighthouse.

Contest: Nette's "The Lighthouse"
Date: 9-25-14
Poet: LyricMan