“It’s a solitary stance, the two huddled together for warmth. But, during the darkest hours, the light will guide those lost at sea to a safe harbour.” Gun Roswell
The light might be the only hope
For those travelling in the darkness on a slippery watery slope
Guidance the one thing the structure solemn needs to do
The weary traveller back on the right path
No hardships endured
“The light its only purpose and only at night, but still this small, tall structure, is so much more“ Gun Roswell
Standing small or tall?
The light of it never failing
Even if at daylight there is really no telling
It’s a simple construct made out of concrete
Something of an eye sore perhaps
But once the day is over and night falls
Time around everyone starts slowly to stall
This structure of sorts comes alive
Shining its light to those at sea forever
Whether on their best path or peril
Never failing to guide them home
This sometimes worshipped light giver of the lore
“Solemn, alone, in the middle of nowhere it glows, in the deepest of darkness, while in the daylight, a mere shadow remains“ Gun Roswell
Stand alone
For the safety of others, it never bothers to ask the why
Why it is standing there all alone
Alone in the day, alone in the middle of the night
The night so dark it will be the only light
Light for those looking for their very path
Path never ending, only time there to be spending
Spending all alone until the very ending
Ending cycle of being all alone
Alone at the end of the pier it stands
Stands always and forever, alone
“On the look out for some lighthouses, along the seaside, on the tall piers“ Gun Roswell
Down along the long pier
The hunt has begun, something don, just for the heck of it or shear fun, as searching for the perfect spot along the long and winding pier, until something interesting I am able to see.
A construct of a sorts, tall or even a short, with a fancy light up on its very top, a guiding one at that, to keep the brave and fearless sea farers safe from any kind of major shipwrecks.
Running up and down, like a crazy person, trying to figure out, where all the great ones are hidden as not all tall piers are equipped with those features, with the magnificent kind of old school architecture.
But continuing on with my very search, as who knows from which corner these houses of sorts might lurk, because even if they aren’t that popular these days, some still around may lay, and finding one would be the high light of the day.
So, carrying on, walking along, each and every single winding and tall, pier I can see near and beyond, until that specific and perfect lighthouse comes my way, as it is the most perfect display for the long, search filled and darkened cloudy day.
“Life, in a lighthouse, can be, mostly, a louse, but only, if you let it” Gun Roswell
The lighthouse keeper
The dreary lighthouse, with its grumpy kind of keeper, solemn and all alone
The only function, for this, keeper, is to make sure, the blinking lights are on
Climbing, each and every single night, up the tall stairs, in a blight
As keeping on, the ever-shining beacon, is an ongoing arduous fight
No matter the weather, no matter the time of year, the task always there
Waiting, each evening, for the keeper to stay alert, while getting upstairs
After all, the safety, of so many ships, passing by, is so high
And completely dependent, on this one and only keeper, to have in mind
Never resting, always alert, even if the feeling of a somewhat jerk
But the light must be kept burning, no matter what else in the world is churning
Certainly, not a task, for any kind of adventurer or even a thrill seeker
As this is the lonesome job, of this lonely and sometimes angry lighthouse keeper
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“Which is probably the reason why I work exclusively in black and white… to highlight that contrast.” – Leonard Nimoy
Day 6
A tall tower and its smaller twin
Living, side by side,
On an island, made from winds
With the blue ocean wide
And the land around them thin
No hiding, from the high tide
But together they survive
For they are kind
And nothing them, can divide
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
Lighthouses for World Wide Wednesday
“The world is a book,
and those who do not travel read only a page”
Saint Augustine
Evia, Greece
By the blue sea and mountains
On the islands of thousands
Saving your spouses
The light bringing houses
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
Lighthouses for World Wide Wednesday
“The world is a book,
and those who do not travel read only a page”
Saint Augustine
Evia, Greece (2)
Lighthouses
The white houses
Saving lives
Oh, so many times
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
Lighthouses for World Wide Wednesday
“The world is a book,
and those who do not travel read only a page”
Saint Augustine
Söderskär, Finland
Standing tall and proud
In the windy surroundings loud
Sometimes lonely
Sometimes with a crowd
Sometimes under the blue skies
Sometimes under the clouds
Posted in Photography 101: Scale & Observation (Day Fourteen)
We think too small, like the frog at the bottom of the well. He thinks the sky is only as big as the top of the well. If he surfaced, he would have an entirely different view” Mao Tse-Tung
Dave and Goliath
Lighthouses, Evia, Greece
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