From dawn this misty
morning we have heard
the doleful calling of the distant
foghorn warning all the sailors
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We often need some guidance in life, and then a foghorn or a lighthouse would save us. But there are none, so we are left to our own resources, which are insufficient. Nice poem. Though-provoking as all your poems, Peter. Warmly, Julia
A lovely thought provoking poem Peter, slow and steady, giving a very pleasant read. Nicely constructed. Love Ernestine XXX
I still wonder, however, how many sailors went into the rocks, fog horn or no. That seems to be the course, because the warning signs ARE being sent - we just choose not to hear. Powerfully written.
This is a great poem Peter. Evocotive and powerful, well done. Hugs Anna xxx
A wonderful metaphor.. Masterfully written Joyce