Some Are Lighthouses - Brand New Typewriter Series Poem

Typewriter Series #3103

Lighthouse shining on some dark sea…Somewhere in Northern Ireland.

Apparently I was on an absolute roll writing custom poems, because as I look into the deep archives of all the unposted Typewriter Series, there is a string of dozens and dozens, all numbered in a row, that never saw the light of day. All of them, custom poems written for people just like you, about stories just like yours, and I adore them all.

I can remember the back and forth with those who requested them, I can remember the details of their story the moment I re-read these poems now. No one but them has seen them, and now you, here, and that means a lot to me. I wonder sometimes if some of you are some of they who ordered them, if you’ll see your poem here and remember the day you received it. I hope so, I truly hope so.

I love writing these, and I know I’m a broken record, but it means something to me that you trust me to spin your stories into poetry. It truly does. I’m still doing them, so if you’re in the market, here’s how:

At any rate, this one was about two who found each other, then drifted apart, two ships passing in one night, only to come back to each other 15 YEARS later. We never know the light, the warmth, we take from another, we never know how it can lead us home.

As per usual, if you’d like to read it, it’s just below, as is the spoken word version audio file of my silly voice reading it. I have to keep this as a perk for the paid subscribers, because Substack just informed me I’ve now shared 892 pieces with you all, from essays to prompts, and it staggered me just how much work I’ve thrown into this Signal Fire. I adore it, and if you have the means, I’d so very much love your help keeping it running.