Lighthouse Poems
My Love Looks Too Far into Me
by Chris Saitta
Her eyes are the lighthouse of the Pharos,
Alexandrian, bronze-mirrored fire flung round
The gloaming coastal sorrow like sand-glittered spears.
Her praying mantis limbs of light,
Sever-poised for needlepoint strike
At the jeweled glint of wings in dim, rare-seen limits,
Now one with her rasping sea of scarab beetle husks.
Our Home in Cape Cod
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
One day, many years from now…
We’ll move to Cape Cod…
And maybe by a cow…
We’ll by an old house…
And maybe an old truck…
We’ll open up a store…
And try to earn a buck…
The store will stay open…
......
Our Home in Cape Cod
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
One day, many years from now…
We’ll move to Cape Cod…
And maybe by a cow…
We’ll by an old house…
And maybe an old truck…
We’ll open up a store…
And try to earn a buck…
The store will stay open…
......
My Love Looks Too Far into Me
by Chris Saitta
Her eyes are the lighthouse of the Pharos,
Alexandrian, bronze-mirrored fire flung round
The gloaming coastal sorrow like sand-glittered spears.
Her praying mantis limbs of light,
Sever-poised for needlepoint strike
At the jeweled glint of wings in dim, rare-seen limits,
Now one with her rasping sea of scarab beetle husks.
