It’s THAT Sunday where we dip into the lyrical world of poetry, and today’s offering comes from one of my favorite authors, A.F. Stewart. Her prose often sounds like poetry with her descriptive phrasing and attention to detail and her work is always comfortingly dark.
These poems are shared from her book, Reflections of Poetry, available on Amazon and Smashwords. You can view more about this wonderful author, and her many books, on her Amazon profile. Don’t forget to add your own poems in the comments section or view past Slams.
And now, please welcome the wonderfully woeful, delightfully dark and ever wealthy with words… A.F. Stewart!
Soldier Boy
Play me a tune for Death;
he has passed this way.
A sad lament, for those
who shed their final blood
on this forlorn battlefield.
Play a song of sorrow
for your fallen friends.
Each and every soul
who shall never grace
again, this vibrant earth.
Captured Beauty on the Rhone
Luminescent stars above those who sleep,
flickering canopy across the sky, to stare,
reflect, within the river, so wide and deep.
Such beauty inspires art to make us weep
that radiant glow laughing in the night air,
luminescent stars above those who sleep.
Shining vines of ethereal reach and creep
and strut along the water, to cavort there,
reflect within the river, so wide and deep.
Light catches river’s embrace, to sweep
away along its course, lacking any care.
Luminescent stars above those who sleep.
Soft, in the murmuring river it will keep
the light of dreams, wishes and prayer.
Reflect within the river, so wide and deep.
Forever, the spectacle to make hearts leap
in joy, in awe, at a glorious sight laid bare.
Luminescent stars above those who sleep,
reflect within the river, so wide and deep.
Inspired by the painting Starry Night Over the Rhone by Vincent van Gogh
Impala
Driving across country, wheels spit gravel;
horizon ahead and the day spins to night.
Hands grip the wheel, music blasts, you travel.
Always forward, next job, headlights on bright,
running away, the unending, unbroken flight.
Constant chase of phantoms down open road,
next town in reach, but still far out of sight,
on your journey to pay back what is owed
Against the dark, forlorn, yet you will fight
as wheels roll on toward sunset tonight.
Thanks for for inviting me.
Always a pleasure :D