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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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A dark time rising, wouldn't want those fingers to linger
ReplyDeleteI have always have a fondness for lighthouses... somehow as long as we have a beacon leading us we can survive in dark.
ReplyDeleteAll of these are wonderful, Grace, and numbers 3 and 5 really grabbed me.
ReplyDeletewhat great images of darkness!
ReplyDeleteA most evocative and chilling piece, Grace.
ReplyDeleteFive 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.
ReplyDeleteThunder crackles sky—perfect image.
ReplyDeleteA masterfully worded walk on the dark side!
ReplyDeleteInteresting choice of a title, with each haiku, being a lighthouse, for the soul, in the spreading darkness, of our world.
ReplyDeleteLove the loneliness of the lighthouses, bringing some much-needed light into a dark, dark world. And I read these verses:
ReplyDeleteclaw 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.
Deep and dark, intriguing verses. I trust the light will overcome darkness.
ReplyDeleteLighthouses 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.
ReplyDeleteEconomically evocative Grace and what a finish - especially loved "darkness reefed..."
ReplyDeleteDeep and dark. Lovely write.
ReplyDeleteSuper poem, Grace! I love anything dark and eerie. Love the line...'wind picks up howling lament...' I do love to hear the wind howling. :)
ReplyDeleteThese were guided by words and a marvelous imagination
ReplyDeleteGrace all are dark and mysterious, but I have to say iv is my favorite. Weeping Willows will always speak to me.
ReplyDeleteThose are pretty scary Grace. Towers, bats and dead men's fingers are really cool.
ReplyDeletebrittle stone of ice-
ReplyDeleteteeth of unforgivin sins
claw deep, darkness,
a seed.......great! loved all the haikus...!
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.
ReplyDeleteDark, 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
ReplyDeleteThe sea beside these lighthouses runs deep - very well crafted Grace ��
ReplyDeleteThe 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
ReplyDeleteWonderfully constructed ... intriguing and mysterious.
ReplyDeleteAlways 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.
ReplyDelete... its guuud and safe to be directed by a light house, but where is it, friend Grace?
DeleteDark and impressive images, Grace!
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteA collection of nightmares from the dark side of Grace. I like it!
ReplyDeleteDeliciously dark poem.
ReplyDeleteLove the contrast between the title and the poems themselves
ReplyDeleteiii.
ReplyDeletebrittle 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
I imagined the lighthouse itself, melancholy. What darkness it must witness. Beautiful expression, Grace.
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