Poetry Slam Sunday: Frank W. Smith

118Last 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.


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.


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.


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.

About Angela Yuriko Smith

Angela Yuriko Smith is an American poet, publisher and author. Her first collection of poetry, In Favor of Pain, was nominated for an 2017 Elgin Award. Her latest novella, Bitter Suites, is a 2018 Bram Stoker Awards® Finalist. Currently, she publishes Space and Time magazine, a 53 year old publication dedicated to fantasy, horror and science fiction. For more information visit SpaceandTimeMagazine.com or AngelaYSmith.com.
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One Response to Poetry Slam Sunday: Frank W. Smith

  1. Marge Simon says:

    Very sad, powerful. I never knew him, but wish I had.

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