Mary Rotman Poet Verse

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 August 1, 2015 at 8:49 AM Those that truly seek the Light find the comfort as soon as they embrace it.Love this poem.. A7

Jan Allison July 30, 2015 at 4:41 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 July 30, 2015 at 4:51 PM Thank you for your comment, Jan, as always.

Andrea Dietrich July 30, 2015 at 4:01 PM I love how you ended it with that question. That made it more than ordinary light house poem. Well done! Mary Rotman July 30, 2015 at 4:38 PM I do try to avoid "ordinary." It just happens someimes. Thank you.