"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, October 8, 2012

Extinguished

 ©Jamie Clark



The lighthouse stands silently, its warning light now extinguished.
Jagged rocks dare passing ships to come close,
while seashells arrive with morning tide to give comfort for our grief.


©Susie Clevenger 2012
It is a Sijo poem. You can find the explanation
at Real Toads Sunday Mini - Challenge

11 comments :

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the twist at the end, a glimmer of hope, a small spot of light showing the coastline to those out at sea.

Marian said...

wow. seashells as comfort? i like this one.

Mama Zen said...

Beautifully done!

hedgewitch said...

You took the most familiar image of Jaime's beautiful photos and gave it a unique feeling--the last line is super, the whole landscape is in it. A difficult form made to look simple--beautiful job, Susie.

Mary Mansfield said...

I also love that twist at the end, really puts the whole scene into perspective.

Grace said...

I like the turn from warning light to the morning light to give comfort and hope ~ Lovely form Susie ~

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the comfort offered at the end.......thank heaven for the warm good stuff, hey, kiddo?

Susie Swanson said...

Another beautiful write..I love Lighthouses and you captured it so good.

ayala said...

Nicely done! I love the ocean..lighthouses and seashells :)

Hannah said...

Oh...interesting, Susie...I like that you deadened the warning of the lighthouse...brought in some danger and comfort in the end with the shells...all very visual...well done!

happyflowerwordzoo002 said...

Love how you found so few words to convey so much, especially the last line, shells/grief. I can imagine holding a shell now and listening for the mourning.

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