Hello readers!
I'm taking part in the half-marathon organized by BlogChatter. As usual, I'll be posting a poem a day for ten days. Hope you enjoy them. The topics are varied yet similar. :)
Image by Sunrise Pohtam from Pixabay
Come rain or sun, thunderstorm or whirlpool
There it stood, tall and proud yet silent
A
witness to sinking ships, teary goodbyes
A
witness to new love, a salty taste of freedom
Seasons
came and went, ships sailed and left
Keepers
cared and passed, generation after generation
The
stories it could tell if only you dared to ask
Each
fresh as it occurred, traveling back in time
Faded
walls painted decades ago
Rusty
rails and cracked windows
But
rocky foundations that survive for eons
The centuries-old lighthouse, the guardian of
stories
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Brief Backstory: I love lighthouses and always try to use them in my poems. They remind me of ancient power, standing for generations to protect endless future generations. What better than a symbol of hope, guidance, protection, and perseverance to begin the event.
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This post is a part of the Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023.
Always loved your poems. What a great start! Loved the last line - The guardian of stories 🙂. All the best for the marathon 👍.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, dear. Are you participating too?
DeleteA salty taste of freedom - this was a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Suchita. :)
Delete'Salty taste of freedom...'
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely composition! Lighthouse seems so fascinating. I have used it in my paintings.
Thank you, Tarang. So beautiful! I love love house paintings. :D
DeleteThis is such a beautiful poem, Srivalli! I love the concept pf lighthouses as well... beacons of hope that they are. In your words, the guardian of stories!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Deepti. :)
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