Long awaited (I think), at least the Image Poem arrives.

The assignment was to create a poem composed of images. Lots of images. They are supposed to communicate an emotion and a theme. I’m kind of worried about mine because when it was submitted for peer review, the desired emotion wasn’t really identified. I only made a couple of edits to it, but I hope that they clarified the emotion more.

Regardless: I hope you enjoy. I’m interested in hearing your thoughts.

Guiding Light

The trees sway in invisible wind
And the starlight casts no shadows.

The darkness moves -
And shapes -
And a black cat creeps warily from cover.

The coyote howls in mourning.
Shadowed shapes scatter
From patches of nothing in the dirt.

Muffled shouts
Where shore meets shine -
Water shies from the coast,
afraid.

The beacon is off.
The sea of blackness above flickers
As waves reflect light from nowhere;
The sun’s reflection is missing.

Armed statues wait in the alley
arms forward and pointed,
all at one another like accusing fingers
pale starlight on their brows.

All hail – and stop
Stare and sweat as wild beads
scan painfully slow, waiting
watching your every lack of move;
brown bag fever glowing white.

The beacon is off
And who to guide us?
Where to steady our compass
In the shining sea of the night?
The beacon is off.