lighthouse
I am misplaced like a key
or a glove or a memory
right within plain sight
I’ve always said
I don’t belong here
no matter where I stood
I live near a river
but was promised the sea
and now my mind wanders
adrift in a vessel without a name
there’s always this calling
[call it what you will]
working in the background
occasionally handing out
a hint or a proposition
but mainly observing
like a lighthouse
july two thousand twenty-three
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Love this, John. 🙂
Thank you, Lauren, so glad that you do!
I love your poetry. I kept on reading and reading and can relate to so many of your words. Especially the picture of the lighthouse is one of my fave. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes, Sovely
Thank you for visiting my poetry & commenting on this piece. My apologies for not responding right away but somehow I missed this when you posted it. Take good care.