Monday, May 20, 2013

The Dreamer's Lighthouse


Artwork: Lighthouse Dandelions by Jamie Wyeth

The lighthouse of my dreams,
So soft and sublime like a new morning,
Is rebuilt when I lay my head on the pillow;
The dandelions in my front yard rise with ease,
With promises of wild trysts from their golden lips.

Though an ominous sky threatens with black clouds,
To wash away my home brick by brick;
I have the spirit of the river,
That flows generous, smooth, and clear.

Written for Magpie Tales & O.S.I.

14 comments:

Dana Dampier said...

I love the dreamy feel of this and how you refuse to let the threatening sky take your dream.

mindlovemisery said...

Gorgeous I really really love those last lines!

Green Speck said...

Spirit of the river ... wow !!!

Gillena Cox said...

beautiful ekphrastic poem; a mood of contentment shines through; your words compliment the painting so well

much love...

Kutamun said...

The river does indeed seem to offer an interesting escape route

Helen said...

Wash away my home brick by brick ~~ grim reminder of what happened in Oklahoma yesterday ... your poem is beautifully composed.

Maggie Grace said...

So beautiful...the slow pace, dreamy imagery. I got into the spirit of the river too. Seems to go with flow. Lovely writing! And thanks for visiting me.

~T~ said...

It's good to have a lighthouse to lean on when the clouds threaten. Very nice!

Sara McNulty said...

Dandelion lips promising trysts! I love that.

Loredana Donovan said...

Very pretty and uplifting :)

Jim said...

This is nice, W.G. ~~ I always liked lighthouses, probably dreaming of the life spent there by the lighthouse keeper and his family. I have always liked dandilions too. You merged the two nicely. Thank you.

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Kelvin S.M. said...

...aww, very heart warming... a perfect read to me who's still fixing composure after a tragic event in the office... thanks for the poem... smiles...

mywordwall said...

Beautiful. The poem and the images flow. The last line tied it all together nicely.

Belva Rae Staples said...

I like the spirit of the river line. We all must learn how to go with the flow.