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Sunday, May 19, 2013

The lighthouse, the light, and the house

Lighthouse Dandelions by Jamie Wyeth 

the molten light before the storm
kept everyone awake
except the lighthouse keeper—
he knew the storm would break,
then cease
as suddenly as it came—
he knew the light
and it was good

Posted for Mag 169
and for Open Link Monday at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

33 comments:

Tammy said...

Oh, how I love "molten light before the storm!" And that last line. Very nicely done!

VaNdAnA ShArMa said...

creates an ambinace

anthonynorth said...

Yes, some great lines in this. Nice one.

Berowne said...

"Molten light" describes it exactly. Well done.

LaTonya Baldwin said...

Ah, I felt the same. Lovely opening. Thank you.

Akila G said...

The lighthouse keeper knows! true!

Cad said...

Storm light - yes! Never thought of that, but you're right!

KISLAYA GOPAL said...

Short and crisp. Loved the positive tone of the poem.

kaykuala said...

he knew the light
and it was good

As often happens there is that one person in a family or a group who accepts the challenge and responsibility for betterment of others. Truly said Kay!

Hank

more coffee, please said...

My goodness, Kay. What a beautiful metaphor for how we worry when God knows He can calm the storm all along. We scurry and go frantic, but His hands are in control.

I love this whole section:
"except the lighthouse keeper-
he knew the storm would break,
then cease
as suddenly as it came—
he knew the light
and it was good"

I like your Biblical reference at the end "the light ... and it was good."

~henna

Grace said...

The lightkeeper is wise ~ I specially like your opening lines Kay ~

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Ah the wisdom of the lighthouseman! They often knew as much as any satellite can tell us now! YAMxx

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I like the idea of the lighthouse keeper, well accustomed to storms. I loved a good storm in Tofino.

Susan said...

The lighthouse keeper is a mythic figure to me and nicely raised into a demi-God stature herein, gold and good.

Wanda Bates said...

Very nicely done! I imagine a lighthouse keeper might be chillin' like a villain in the middle of a storm that was making everyone else wail and gnash their teeth.

Helen said...

... and it was good ~ amen.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I think that picture is fabulous and your poem does it justice. It is deceptively simple, but says so much about how people can adapt to almost anything.
One of my new favourites of yours, Kay.

Mama Zen said...

Outstanding, Kay!

Marian said...

gosh i love how this rollicks along with its rhythm & rhyme, which is then interrupted to make your point. excellent!

McGuffy Ann said...

I really like this.

Peggy said...

I enjoyed reading this very much, especially the image of molten light--the the lighthouse keeper knew was good all along.

Ella said...

I love uplifted this poem made me feel! Great job Kay :D

Laura said...

"molten light" love this!!!

Truedessa said...

The opening line was amazing.."molten light"

sharplittlepencil.com said...

Kay, always look at the color of the sky. That "molten" look is often a portent of cyclones and tornadoes, according to my mom, who grew up in Iowa, where they had their share. This was not only meteorologically accurate but simply lovely. Amy

mindlovemisery said...

This is fantastic love the lightkeepers character and your gorgeous imagery

Jennifer A. Jilks said...

It's almost pseudoku-like, with the twist from a storm to 'it was good'.
It was a good poem, too!

~T~ said...

Very nice!

Lolamouse said...

Beautiful imagery. I love "the molten light before the storm..." Perfect description!

Jim said...

The lonely light house keeper learns the ins and outs and secrets of Mother Nature fairly quickly.

Nice peom, Kay. I always had an fascination about lighthouse keepers and tug boat operators.

Sorry I am so late in returning you comment. Thank you for peeking in on me.
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Kelvin S.M. said...

...one thing is sure... the lighthouse keeper has done good... great take!

Robyn Greenhouse said...

When you've seen enough storms, I guess you know eventually they do all pass.

S.E.Ingraham said...

This is delightful Kay...really charming...and how could I resist commenting on another Albertan's poem? Have we connected before? I have crap for a memory so it's possible but it always surprises me when I find another Canuck on here...
In any case, great poem...

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