Sunday, January 12, 2014

Lighthouse

La Jument, photo by Jean Guichard 

























Before I open my eyes
I hear the call of waves,
the moan of timber.

I had forgotten there would be gulls,
the innocence of sea air
on my pillow.

It breathes differently, virginal;
never inhaled
by anyone else.

I consider drowning;
I don't cry out
or wave my arms.

There is no anchor;
sighs from my lips and nose
rhythm the stillness.

The keeper stirs;
tends the flame; ensures
a safe and pleasant passage. 



tk/January 2014


Beautiful read by R.A.D. Stainforth ... looking a bit lighthouse keeper-ish ...



27 comments:

  1. ...sounds like a good morning to wake up to... a fine, refreshing piece to read on & on, Tess... happy new year! smiles...

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    1. Thank you Kelvin...Happy New Year to you!

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  2. Beautiful. Safe harbor amidst raging sea ....

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  3. beautiful and wonderful imagery.

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  4. The passion to the sea feels through you poem...

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  5. Definitely filled with imagery and sensory.

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  6. so very sensual and passionate. Wonderful Tess!

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  7. Very passionate and sensual I agree with other members it comes through in waves! Great write Tess! Especially:
    It breathes differently, virginal;
    never inhaled
    by anyone else.
    Wow!

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  8. You've captured their importance perfectly.

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  9. This evokes passion with each wave of the sea..

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  10. In awe one stirs up in the mornings, sensuously led and bidding for feelings of goodness. Wonderful write Tess!

    Hank

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  11. Eloquent and even a bit stunning...

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  12. "Never inhaled by by anyone else"...love that..and everything else...

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  13. this has a beautiful ethereal quality which is set against the stormy crashing of the waves in the picture...

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  14. And we are so thankful for his diligence!

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  15. Lovely images. Yes, of course the light needed tending back then.
    Nice to be back. Took me a few minutes to remember the process! XX\

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    1. Ford it's good to see you again...you were missed, dear friend...

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  16. At the mercy of wind and waves, to be isolated could be either terrifying or exhilarating, depending on ones perspective. I like the imagery of sea air being intimate, personal, never exhaled by anyone else. Lovely write, Tess.

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  17. Thank you for your lovely comments...they mean so very much to me...

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  18. Hail good lady , well met , happy new year , riding out a record heatwave in Australia , 48 deg c in some places .....biblical. Thanks for the brine

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    1. Hard to imagine just coming from a polar vortex on this side of the world...Happy New Year Kutamun!

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  19. I like the thought of the raging sea never affecting the safeness of his haven.

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