Another photo. Another poem.
Cheers
Steve 🙂
Lighthouse. A poem.
A hollow betrayal;
you were pushed aside
and swept under the rug
of failing and fatalistic light
(what irony, it seems).
A ship’s memory is short;
they no longer need your eyes.
The ocean, whose detriment
you did long prevent,
has had its revenge after all.
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Stunning photo of the lighthouse. ❤
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Thank you! It’s pretty incongruous—it sits on top of a hill surrounded by townhouses (I chose that angle to exclude them from view). It also looks like a castle turret, which is pretty unusual for lighthouses lol 🙂
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The angle seems to add to the height of the lighthouse. It certainly caught my eye. 🙂
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That was my intention! Glad you liked it 🙂
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Lovely photograph!!!
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Thanks, Tara! 🙂
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