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!
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."
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.
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.
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
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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Oh, how I love "molten light before the storm!" And that last line. Very nicely done!
creates an ambinace
Yes, some great lines in this. Nice one.
"Molten light" describes it exactly. Well done.
Ah, I felt the same. Lovely opening. Thank you.
The lighthouse keeper knows! true!
Storm light - yes! Never thought of that, but you're right!
Short and crisp. Loved the positive tone of the poem.
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
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
The lightkeeper is wise ~ I specially like your opening lines Kay ~
Hari OM
Ah the wisdom of the lighthouseman! They often knew as much as any satellite can tell us now! YAMxx
I like the idea of the lighthouse keeper, well accustomed to storms. I loved a good storm in Tofino.
The lighthouse keeper is a mythic figure to me and nicely raised into a demi-God stature herein, gold and good.
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.
... and it was good ~ amen.
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.
Outstanding, Kay!
gosh i love how this rollicks along with its rhythm & rhyme, which is then interrupted to make your point. excellent!
I really like this.
I enjoyed reading this very much, especially the image of molten light--the the lighthouse keeper knew was good all along.
I love uplifted this poem made me feel! Great job Kay :D
"molten light" love this!!!
The opening line was amazing.."molten light"
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
This is fantastic love the lightkeepers character and your gorgeous imagery
It's almost pseudoku-like, with the twist from a storm to 'it was good'.
It was a good poem, too!
Very nice!
Beautiful imagery. I love "the molten light before the storm..." Perfect description!
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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...one thing is sure... the lighthouse keeper has done good... great take!
When you've seen enough storms, I guess you know eventually they do all pass.
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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