Last week I officially requested poems for a new regular feature here on Dandilyon Fluff – Poetry Slam Sunday. The meter and verse blew up my inbox! Who knew I had so many poetically inclined friends? Slam your own poems down in the comments and share!
Tonight’s poet is Frank W. Smith, author of Wolf Song and the just released Night Song.
From Frank W Smith:
Beneath the white cliffs
I speak the names of the dead.
Amidst the howling wind,
The thundering wind,
I speak your name,
And your shadow falls across
My soul.
2
Deafened I sit
Where the deep green leaves rustle.
I sit in the cathedral
Of nature undying.
And extract confessions
From the ghost
Of my love.
3
I stare into the sun then,
Until nothing else is left.
Melting my eyes,
Searing my eyes,
I am blind
As it’s white flame, consumes
Your dark umbra.
4
Crawling through the desert
Of your soul, leaves me withered.
Empty and burnt out.
A husk now
A hollow shell
That bakes upon
The cracked red clay.
