You are the Lighthouse

You are the Lighthouse

A Poem by Richard Layne
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I spent a lot of time at the beach growing up--daydreaming

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You are the Lighthouse

The monotonous droning, building of the water; its crash and white water fizzling. Foam.

The kind that used to wiggle in your palm as a child.  You’d blow and watch it hang in the salt air

And then chase it back down into the wet sand.

Watch it dissolve there like your finger-stroked name and that of some boy’s under the lap of

Water, disappearing under its gentle weight like your father.  You’d found some niche in the

Shoreline, where the water rolled gently

Over your carvings of hearts and families.

Where you’d wave and yell at the shadowy ships miles from shore and pretend

That your father was on one, finally coming home after years at sea.

You’ve never been on a ship in your life.

You cried and cried and your father said when you’re older.  Said there were sea monsters out

There and pirates and things that would break

A little girl’s heart.  He’d pretend to bite your neck, the warm

Scratchiness

Of his unshaven face against yours; the forgotten smell of pipe tobacco.  When you’re older, he

Said, and gave you to your mother to hold while he went out the front door and beyond the

Horizon.  You would dream when he finally came home after all those years, he would look

Exactly the same and even after a hundred baths would still smell of the freshness of salt air.

He’d say you on the shoreline was the only thing that kept him from shipwreck.

So you’d stay at your spot on the shore.  And even if your father wasn’t on that particular ship,

You’d stay there and warn the oncoming others of the impending shoreline, even though they

Were miles away.

It was your duty.

You are the lighthouse, your father had said.

Your golden hair flashing as bright as any beacon.

Every day as a little girl (less and less as you got older), you’d walk that short distance from

your house to the shore to wait and daydream about your father and the adventures he must be

having.  The only thing that used to chase your away was the afternoon thunder that the ocean

took in silently, passively, while you ran home trembling to your mother.

Even then you’d still watch from the corner of your window for ships struggling

Against the storm; it was only in these moments that you actually doubted your father was still

Alive.

Though, as the storm subsided, you’d feel victorious;

That if you made it through the lightening, so did your father.

Sitting there behind those old heavy drapes gave you a sense of comfort

And protection.  Hope.

You’d watch from the corner of your window as black turned

To blue and horizon

Reappeared

In the translucence as water becomes air.


© 2012 Richard Layne



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Richard Layne
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This is so amazing, you captured my attention from start to finish, i love what this piece expresses. The passion involved in growing up, the hopes, and mere fantasies, the chattered dreams, it all make sense as the father venture into the sea each and everytime, he teacher her lovely daughter that life itself is waiting and seeing. So she'll wait by the sea and see what returns on shore. No matter what returns though, the only important thing to her is her father and some lovely goodies. This is so emotional even as a young adult i'm imagining what it will feel like for my daughter to wait for me to come home. Life is just so wonderful as family ties soars above others. Thank you for sharing this awesome piece. I enjoy this read 100%.

Posted 5 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Richard Layne

4 Months Ago

Thank you!!!!



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This is a amazing story in the poetry. I liked the use of the Lighthouse and the way you used the description. You gave life and strength to the characters in the poetry. Thank you Richard for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 4 Months Ago


Richard Layne

4 Months Ago

Thank you again Coyote
Coyote Poetry

4 Months Ago

You are welcome Richard.
I absolutely loved this. It reminded me immediately of the feelings of warmth and love from my own father. I especially love the lines "You cried and cried and your father said when you’re older. Said there were sea monsters out/There and pirates and things that would break/A little girl’s heart." Absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.

Posted 5 Years Ago


This is simply fantastic. It brought me to tears several times. I am the golden haired little girl, whose daddy rubbed his rough face against hers. The whole thing is beautiful from beginning to end. Absolutely charming.

Posted 5 Years Ago


What I like about this is the way you combine very strong imagery which everybody can identfy with, with an autobiographical background that move it away from just a description.It`s the kind of poetry I like to read, the truth in things that say a lot about the poet looking back at the past and his own life. Good work.

Posted 5 Years Ago


The images of the sea and the way you relate them metaphorically is brilliant. Beautiful piece with vivid imagery. Wonderful job.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Something in the waves isnt there It seems like time they always counting down the seconds we have left.But they are a calming soothing effect upon us I think I would like them to be the final sound I hear.

Posted 5 Years Ago


This is absolutely beautiful work!
I am in awe :)
The innocence, descriptions, all of this is wonderful!
xoxo

Posted 5 Years Ago


How well you voice the world in layers... the strength that is so needed in those times of storm and sadness... the beacons that shine in the darkest of nights. Very glad to see you're getting back to writing... don't ever stop.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so amazing, you captured my attention from start to finish, i love what this piece expresses. The passion involved in growing up, the hopes, and mere fantasies, the chattered dreams, it all make sense as the father venture into the sea each and everytime, he teacher her lovely daughter that life itself is waiting and seeing. So she'll wait by the sea and see what returns on shore. No matter what returns though, the only important thing to her is her father and some lovely goodies. This is so emotional even as a young adult i'm imagining what it will feel like for my daughter to wait for me to come home. Life is just so wonderful as family ties soars above others. Thank you for sharing this awesome piece. I enjoy this read 100%.

Posted 5 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Richard Layne

4 Months Ago

Thank you!!!!

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