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 a third generation Uchinanchu and an award-winning American poet, author, and publisher with over 20 years of experience in newspaper journalism. Publisher of Space & Time magazine (est. 1966), a Bram Stoker Awards® Finalist and HWA Mentor of the Year for 2020.
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1 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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