#NationalPoetryMonth Day 6: Inside Out

Day 6 of National Poetry Month brings an oddball poem…

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Inside Out

 

Inside backwards

and roundabout

Up, down, all around, churning, spilling

breaking the brain box, falling out

never restrained

floating free

never me

 

Outside revolution

twisting twice

Broken says normal, all for free

slanting salutations, and come with me

hello morning

planned insanity

awfully nice

 

Upside climb

leading down

Threading the maze, meeting the clown

crackle your laughter, red nose smile

telltale whisper

shiny eyes

big surprise




© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved


#NationalPoetryMonth Day 5: Sunset Lies

 

Day Five has dawned on National Poetry Month, and I bring you another poem…

 

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Sunset Lies

 

Your sunset lies

beguiled me, walking on the sand

Your sunset lies

I believed, in your flawless guise

those promises told, hand in hand

Broken now, but they were so grand,

your sunset lies

 

 

© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved

 

 

#NationalPoetryMonth Day 4: Writing Inspirational

Day four of National Poetry Month, and today I bring you some inspiration.

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Writing Inspirational

 

White walls of paper, abiding

ink, flowing into pattern

language creating virtuosity

 

Billows of blankness, searching

for a scintillation of creation

White walls of paper, abiding

 

Poising the pen in thought

imagination scribbles into

ink, flowing into pattern

 

Lines inscribed, communication

begotten and bestowed

language creating virtuosity




© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved

#NationalPoetryMonth Day 3: Brush Strokes

Day 3 of National Poetry Month, and another poem.

This one has an artistic touch.

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Brush Strokes

 

Pristine as snow

waiting…

The Canvas

For your inspiration

 

Bring the colour,

shocks of crimson

bleeding into blue

Or lemon summer sun

above the olive green

 

Impasto textured touch,

over layers of hue

Building, building

creation of imagination,

representation glazed

in brush strokes


© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved

#NationalPoetryMonth Day 2: The Sound of Their Breathing

It is day two of National Poetry Month, and here’s a poem from the dark side…

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The Sound of Their Breathing

 

I watch the world inhale, exhale

each fragile breath so slight;

simple to asphyxiate, faces turning pale

I watch the world inhale, exhale

dreaming how to make them quail,

to quiver in fear, to scurry in flight

I watch the world inhale, exhale

each fragile breath so slight

 

© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved