Today’s post is duplicated on both
blogs.
Followers (and I do have a few)
receive notification of any posts I update so they will have received quite a
few lately as I prepare to publish my new collection. It is not always easy to
spot mistakes at the time I post or even write a poem, especially as I have
been quite ill for some time and am always fighting off depression. Sometimes
readers are kind enough to email me and let me know about typos or other
elementary mistakes in the text of a poem, but not always.
So please feel free to email me any
time as I will not be offended. On the contrary, I will be delighted to have
the opportunity to put right any errors I may inadvertently have made. Come to that, readers are always welcome to email me about anything, and I always love to hear from you. I will reply asap if you give an email address or blog URL that has
a contact button. Should I feel your email raises a matter of interest to everyone and raise it on the blog, your privacy is guaranteed as I never publish surnames or screen names.
Meanwhile...
We all need to keep an eye on that
light at the end of whatever tunnel we may sometimes find ourselves in; it may
dim sometimes, but will never go out...unless we let it.
Oh, and yes, this poem is a villanelle and takes its title from a beautiful novel by Virginia Woolf.
TO THE LIGHTHOUSE
It’s a light that I will always see
wherever I go…
in spite of shadows crowding me
Day or night, it will constant be,
come rain or snow;
it’s a light that I will always see
I take heart that others can see,
be in the know…
in spite of shadows crowding me
On land or sea, a born sexuality
like a lighthouse glow;
it’s a light that I will always see
It lends me a sense of spirituality
as through this life I go…
in spite of shadows crowding me
Come a time we are but history,
let others follow;
it’s a light that I will always
see,
in spite of shadows crowding me
[From: On The Battlefields Of Love by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010]
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