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Lighthouse Keeper

by Ken Harnisch

I left the light on, but now I must sleep.

Worrying when you come home will just keep

My heart in fear, but only that, and that

Is more than I can take these days. I sat

And watched HBO till four AM and still

The sound of a car door slamming to thrill

My fretful heart did not come, even then,

And so I drifted up the stairs again

To lay my head on the pillow, weeping;

The lighthouse keeper, who knows his keeping

Is in vain against your riotous ways (which I

Don’t query except to wish they would fly).

But goes on shining his sane, sweeping light

While yours burns hotly, night after night

06/29/2003

Posted on 06/29/2003
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kate Demeree on 06/29/03 at 05:46 PM

For now, I will leave a vote... and no comment. Except to say I know just how this feels.

Posted by Jean Mollett on 06/30/03 at 05:52 AM

Hi Ken, I first thought it was about Lighthouse Keeper, not so. Ken it's very good, kinda sad. Seems like a fight might have happen, and she left. Your hoping and waiting for her to come back. Love can stink sometimes, but ya gotta keep trying. Where there hopa, there's faith. Jean

Posted by Alex Smyth on 07/01/03 at 03:51 AM

Apt analogy! You framed the heartbreak of the stable beacon, what a beautiful illumination!!

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