
several times a month, passing ships
were guided by the lighthouse
but one boat stayed on, a moment longer
the only one that signalled back
and so they spoke, each evening
until dawn when the watch tower
faded into the light, became negligible
always hoping for the ship to dock
but the nature of a lighthouse
is to forever shine over isolated
rocky cliffs, no place
for any ship to anchor, ever
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This poem was in response to Sadje’s WDYS prompt Does this picture inspire you to write something?
#WDYS #Whatdoyousee
Thank you Sadje!

Image with quote credit: Amani
Pre-dawn Lighthouse Image credit; 12019 @ Pixabay
What a beautiful melancholy poem. The lighthouse is a great image for longing. ❤️
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Thanks so much for your thoughts about my poem 💕
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Beautiful poem, Sonya. I loved the image. Did you paint it/
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Thank you so much Indira :)
Oh no it’s not my painting, I’m hopeless with art :D
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❤️❤️
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A beautifully crafted poem that weaves the metaphor of passing ships and a steadfast lighthouse into a poignant narrative. The imagery is vivid, and the yearning for connection resonates deeply. Well done!
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Thank you, I’m pleased to know you could visualise the feel the yearning from my words.
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Lovely words and the illustration atop is just perfect!
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Full of imagery that tells a story Sonia 💞
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Thanks for your appreciation 🤗
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Thanks Sonya for joining in with this lovely poem. I loved the way the music sounded but I think it’s in Persian so I couldn’t understand much of it.
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Thank you, I also didn’t understand the words but was moved by the devotional music
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Yes, it’s moving.
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Dear Sonya,
What a beautiful inspiration, reminding us of the role of a Lighthouse.
All good wishes,
robert
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Thanks so much Robert
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