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I Write to Remember- Poetry

Updated on October 15, 2010

Lynwood Scott

Lynwood Scott - my father. He passed on four years ago.  I am fearful of forgetting.
Lynwood Scott - my father. He passed on four years ago. I am fearful of forgetting.

I write to Remember _ The Fear of Forgetting

 Such a beautiful man.  My dad's birthday is tomorrow. He was born 1/12/47- an amazing jack of all trades.   I fear that I am forgetting him.  I must write to remember this man who was such a major influence in my life.  I believe he is the next room, another world if you will.  I do not believe that death is final, and that I am just to heavy with forgetfulness to know him in his other form.  I love him and miss him with all my heart, and thus I will not let him go.  So I am so grateful of this virtual world where I can pay tribute to such a beautiful soul.  He was my lighthouse and still is.  Life is a strange thing, making us so emotionally tied in to some souls.  It is a grand and powerful mystery the relationships that form throughout the eons.  And so it is.

The Lighthouse

 

 

As a lighthouse stands

So does the storm cometh

horizons beckon

Ships cross unknown boundaries

Sailors strive

Souls shatter

and return

Listening always for the foghorn

to blow.

Some let the light go from

their heart like they

have hidden elements burning deep inside.

Light is not an easy thing to bear

Even though it is a natural element

of the soul.

I was a ship sailing

tired and lost in the

fog of my ignorance

his belief came in the form

of a ray.

A lighthouse stands on

the edge of Earth and sea

surrounded forever by

unforgiving ships, who don't

see the light.

Some become lost in their own storm.

Often I scaled up his solid stairs

only to sit near his wisdom

knowing always he was just as broken

as me.

But his tower seemed higher and

I wanted to reach up to where his spirit

dwelt soaring, gazing the sea for

lost ships.

As the light circles, and foghorns blow

shadows followed the long

Eminent and lucid beam

Even when the storm of illusion reigned high

Never did his light cease to flow.

KLF 2006

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      Denno66 8 years ago

      Absolutely beautiful, Kori. Very vibrant word play. Thank you for the enjoyable read.

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      Kori Lee F.P. 8 years ago from Northern Arizona

      Thanks Hierocryptic for the "mystical poetry" compliment. I see you just joined!!! Welcome and good luck!!

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      Hierocryptic 8 years ago

      Thank you for commenting on my hub, which led me to your page. I like your mystical poetry expressing mystery with strong verbs and resonant words.