Thursday, March 9, 2017

Five lighthouses on darkness


i.
thunder crackles sky-
wind picks up howling lament-
my lips bleed - darkness -

ii.
i taste darkness, briny-
stow me on boat, dandelion
weaving between stones-

iii.
brittle stone of ice-
teeth of unforgivin sins
claw deep, darkness,
a seed

iv.
bells are silent-
weeping willows in darkness
as I wave goodbye-

v.
sweep tower 
of bats
and darkness 
reefed with Dead man's fingers-



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33 comments:

  1. A dark time rising, wouldn't want those fingers to linger

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  2. I have always have a fondness for lighthouses... somehow as long as we have a beacon leading us we can survive in dark.

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  3. All of these are wonderful, Grace, and numbers 3 and 5 really grabbed me.

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  4. what great images of darkness!

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  5. A most evocative and chilling piece, Grace.

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  6. Five sterling haiku--#2 does it for me--like the line /dandelion weaving between stones/. Darkness-darkness puts me in mind of rock and roll song lyrics by the Youngbloods, Robert Plant & Jesse Colin Young.

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  7. Thunder crackles sky—perfect image.

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  8. A masterfully worded walk on the dark side!

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  9. Interesting choice of a title, with each haiku, being a lighthouse, for the soul, in the spreading darkness, of our world.

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  10. Love the loneliness of the lighthouses, bringing some much-needed light into a dark, dark world. And I read these verses:

    claw deep, darkness,
    a seed

    a bit inverted

    Claw seep, darkness
    a deed

    which also worked for me. At least, it set my brain running in all sorts of directions, perhaps not intended by you.

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  11. Deep and dark, intriguing verses. I trust the light will overcome darkness.

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  12. Lighthouses are magnificent but also a little eerie in the way way they mostly stand alone, throwing their light out to sea. Your poem reflects the eeriness so well, Grace.

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  13. Economically evocative Grace and what a finish - especially loved "darkness reefed..."

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  14. Deep and dark. Lovely write.

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  15. Super poem, Grace! I love anything dark and eerie. Love the line...'wind picks up howling lament...' I do love to hear the wind howling. :)

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  16. These were guided by words and a marvelous imagination

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  17. Grace all are dark and mysterious, but I have to say iv is my favorite. Weeping Willows will always speak to me.

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  18. Those are pretty scary Grace. Towers, bats and dead men's fingers are really cool.

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  19. brittle stone of ice-
    teeth of unforgivin sins
    claw deep, darkness,
    a seed.......great! loved all the haikus...!

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  20. There's a darkness around things that one has done that seem to need forgiveness, but are not forgiven. In that case, the lighthouse makes one aware of these, at least, that is how I am reading it. I assume the other lighthouses support that middle one.

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  21. Dark, very dark, Grace. But the more I read of your work, the more I like it. The darkness here throws oneself into serious contemplation. Jane

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  22. The sea beside these lighthouses runs deep - very well crafted Grace ��

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  23. The structure of this -- 5 parts, separated-- lends to a haunting feeling of disconnectedness that works well with the tone of your words. Wonderful, Grace. ~ Peace, Jason

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  24. Wonderfully constructed ... intriguing and mysterious.

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  25. Always loved lie houses, oops did I really say that ? Your poem gives me new hope, friend Grace ... as long as its not gonna be your soldier son/daughter or my soldier son/daughter ... lets see them pitch in, eg: Trudeaus son/daughter and Trumps son/ daughter and Putins son/daughter and Nethanyahos son/daughter and Kims son/daughter ... they will feel no love and compassion for us ... Always, cat.

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    1. ... its guuud and safe to be directed by a light house, but where is it, friend Grace?

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  26. Dark and impressive images, Grace!

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  27. This feels like a chilling departure from sunniness... as if the coming darkness of night and depression is both inevitable and necessary. Fascinating, enjoyable to read.

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  28. A collection of nightmares from the dark side of Grace. I like it!

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  29. Love the contrast between the title and the poems themselves

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  30. iii.
    brittle stone of ice-
    teeth of unforgivin sins
    claw deep, darkness,
    a seed

    Wonderful works of 'darkness', Grace. But above #3 sways from everything else!

    Hank

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  31. I imagined the lighthouse itself, melancholy. What darkness it must witness. Beautiful expression, Grace.

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