dark sea sonnet

Sometimes I kick back after writing a poem, reread it, and am left wondering who wrote it. Seriously. Isn’t that so weird? Total “out of body” experience.

Obviously, any of you who regularly read my poetry see some of my regular quirks, discussed in prior posts… euphony, imagery, poetic form (sonnetry), etc.

But I deeply adored this poem for its theme. The narrator’s hopeless isolation in his lighthouse, teetering on the edge of madness. The juxtaposition of quiet sea outside but chaotic sea within.

My Muses were in the driver seat on this one. And I am very thankful for their contribution.

Please leave some Comments below with your thoughts. Enough self love from me. hehe

Did this poem resonate with you? If so, how? What did it say to you?

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

6 comments

  1. Such a cold, creepy dark space. Rich imagery that draws you into that lighthouse. One of your best poems, PS!

  2. I 100% know what you mean about wondering who wrote a poem. I used to find the words would just pour out of me without giving them much thought. Then I’d re-read the poem and wonder how on earth I’d written it. This poem is beautiful. The imagery is soothing and so evocate. Reminds me of the lines ‘though my soul may set in darkness it will rise in perfect light I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night?’ from The Old Astronomer

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