Beacons.

This is a poem I wrote when asked why I write.

We are beacons,

Unlit and quiet in

The quell.

 

We are lonely lodestars

Lingering in

Repose

 

Like silent streetlamps

Strung together by

Symbolic.

 

We stand as sentry,

Sentinels for the sensory and

Tactile.

 

Until unmet strangers dispatch

Quivered quills, a match, a

Prayer,

 

And what once was shrouded,

Ensconced in somnolent languor

Flickers.

 

And twilight cedes to midnight

As we become bonfires for the

Broken,

 

A great wall, a lexical

Fortress ignited by our

Runes

 

We defy dogma doctrinal

Differance.  We signal and become the

Signifier.

 

We are beacons.

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

Interesting concept that we all are beacons.
This was my favorite stanza:

"A great wall, a lexical
Fortress ignited by our
Runes"

A solid poetic...

[patricia]

Loved the idea of streetlamp connection, and of being bonfires for the broken.
My favourite verse was And what once was shrouded, Ensconced in somnolent languor Flickers. No it wasnt....it was - A great wall, a lexical Fortress ignited by our Runes. I love the word Rune. It conjures up all that is ancient and mysterious. Thankyou.

[SilentVerses]

Beautiful and elegant, with your head held high the writing fills in the line of an emotional meaning, feeling overflows from the words as they answer the question that was repeated, in answer to their annoyances you spilled yourself and the ink that came forth defined your love and passion, what metaphorical imagery descends from your stanzas to create a timid response filled with intellectual sweetness, flows wonderfully.