A Beacon: Pharos: How It Glistens….. Poem by Richard Blanch

A Beacon: Pharos: How It Glistens…..



How it glistens, beckoning and bright
Plunging all that I thought
All that I pondered, into the night.
All that is left is its taut
Flexibility. Now the heart is tight
With longing. Now the mind, caught
By its swaying, gives up its calm light.

Where will it take me, body and soul?
How will I know the way? nothing glows
But its ungraspability. Fine, droll,
Wittily wordless, it shows
Only its tireless self. Elusive its role-
I must follow where it goes,
Unquestioning. Far off, it will not come for me. But close
And warm the image of it quivers. That is enough: the pole
Star shines, guiding, from its head into mine. I am pierced. I am whole.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fred Babbin 25 August 2008

Your language is so wonderful. Not elaborate, not terribly erudite, but it leads the mind to unexplored thoughts.

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