Lighthouse - Lost Gem of Hope

i was imagining the lighthouse 
on our East Coast. remembering it 
through clouds, past the shady thicket, 
above the cliff defaced by the dissident Atlantic;
out of the vegetative sprawl—
cooling mosses & menacing colossi
of agave plants—was your cold ivory 
marred by weathering, 
unconstrained saline breezes 
chewing & bleeding your iron. 
i pondered a rebuke. 
where are the carers
for this lost gem of hope,
to repay former kindnesses
as time races away with the picture
of your boast, vessels
& vagabonds who'd have fallen 
over inauspicious tides 
without your sleepless eye?

appreciationimageryironylossmemoryfree verse

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Sara Kendrick

July 6, 2026 at 7:12 AM

I personally want to say congratulations to you for your work placing in my contest. It is good to see your name on the winners' list. Way to go. Sara K.

Trina Layne

July 9, 2026 at 8:08 PM

Thank you, Sara.

Alison A Smith nee Howarth

June 29, 2026 at 12:54 AM

Lighthouse lights have saved so many seafaring lives.

Trina Layne

June 30, 2026 at 6:50 PM

Valsa George

June 28, 2026 at 9:25 PM

Once it served as a beacon of light and hope. But now by disuse and lack of caretakers, it has gone rusted and old, just a remnant of past history. Beautifully penned, dear Trina.

Trina Layne

June 30, 2026 at 6:48 PM

Yes, Valsa. It happens to people as well. Elder abandonment comes to mind.