We line up
at the dock
in darkness
of night when
fog horns sound.
Helper birds for
lighthouse, we guide
ships in, unbothered
by their glaring
lights. Do they
notice us? Same
crew each night, but
they probably think
we all look alike.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Lovely poem Sara
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Thank you, Sadje. Glad you liked it.
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You’re welcome my friend
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Love the different standpoint/point of view.
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Thanks, Syl!
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great poem! the ending is marvelous!
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I love that you gave the viewpoint of the photo to the birds. This is wonderful Sara!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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Birds amaze me. An interesting perspective.
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Thanks, Tru! I love to watch them.
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I like the protective aspect of these birds for the seafarers.
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Thanks, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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