Howling, whining to the moon,
- a whale sound.
Peril makes a mist of loneliness around me,
a willow tree all alone in a patch.
My rough tongue pants out pink,
a dog's tongue.
Those tears in my amber eyes,
drip small droplets on my black nose,
a soldier coming home from war.
My coat glistens with sweat shimmering,
a mirror of ice sparkles from the sun.
Melancholy No one comes,
a cicada all alone.
What did I do? Why me?
What happened? Was I put to sleep?
Where's my pack?
I am a wolf.
This artwork is being held at the Christchurch art gallery this artwork was done by Niel Pardington
What I am learning?
How to make a poem from a picture and to not use random words and to plan it out.
How am I going?
I am on a relational level because I have more than three ideas and I understand it.
What is my next step?
I need to work on my word structure and sentence structure when it comes to this type of poetry.