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 ☘ ☘ ☘