Lighthouses

[milo]

It's been a while guys. I've been pretty busy and the whole Boston thing is weighing in heavily (I live in the immediate vicinity of the bombings and the shootings).

Anyways, I'd like to share a quick poem for critique. I'm trying to diversify by style (I usually write very terse, postmodernish poems), so it might not be very good. I'm looking for some serious critique though, because I find that my style isn't quite enough to flesh out my thoughts.

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A lighthouse on the western cliff.
There it stood. Unmoving. do the light houses in boston normally move that you feel it necessary to mention this?
And still stands. Unmoving. You repeat it? Is it that rare that lighthouses in Boston stand still?
Breaking the crest of each wave.

Hallowed by sailors,
Hollowed by times. This is really just boring prose. I get it, sailors love lighthouses. Times? bah. Times "hollow" lighthouses? wtf?
Its windows darkened,
Echoing the crash of each wave.

Every direction, ships warmed you either mean "warned" or you are confused about how light works
By reflections of their own lamps. This is just inaccurate prose at best.
Emptied panes cobwebbed in cracks, how are panes 'emptied' that just doesn't make sense. The old cobwebs of cracks in glass is pretty much done to death btw
Swallowing the colors of each wave. yah, ummm, this doesn't really work

New waves lick old stones
Encrusted in salt and sand.
Stifled cries, extinguished flames. where did these stifled cries come from? is someone being murdered in the lighthouse? we will never know because this author is not going to tell us.
Waiting for another keeper.

as a whole, it is pretty dull. What images it has are tired or just completely fallacious. The language is stale and there is nothing here relevatory or fresh enough to demand either a re-write or a reread.

Still, thank you for sharing and good luck in all of your endeavors and all.

milo