for Frank Stanford
You are the darkness
that backs my shimmer of hope
like the night sky to a red moon
like the woodlands
to a wolf in slumber
Death brings sober words
to drunk characteristics
Death reads the stanzas that
fall from my fingertips
in a language I find hard
to understand
as I see a lock
of curly hair fall
from beneath its hood
The closest I'll ever get to hearing
your voice
your voice
©2015
Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
For Poetics.
I've written plenty of poems dedicated to Frank Stanford;
I wouldn't be the poet I am if it wasn't
for copying his bold style until I was comfortable
enough to find myself artistically.
I've written plenty of poems dedicated to Frank Stanford;
I wouldn't be the poet I am if it wasn't
for copying his bold style until I was comfortable
enough to find myself artistically.
21 comments:
Absolutely stunning Anthony.. the final line is really hard in all the soft whisper of words.. One of my favorites of yours ever.
A very serious poem, Anthony. I don't know Frank Stanford, but it seems this is a very somber poem. You have some great lines. I especially like 'death reads the stanzas that fall from my fingertips.....' I will have to check out some of his work.
Here is another poet I did not know, Anthony. You have some very strong and striking lines in this poem. I can definitely see your poetry is changing for the better.
Oh Anthony! This is an incredible piece. I am going to make the acquaintance of Frank Stanford simply because of this poem of yours. Every week, you write a poem that outdoes the last. That last stanza just awes.
i would've never pictured death with curly hair...that seems to be such a surprising detail... need to check out frank stanford - i bet that by the end of the night there will be a long list of poets i've never heard ot
How wonderfully you honor your mentor Anthony. This poem is bold with love and appreciation for him. It's beautiful!
Excellent change-up for you; rocking the prompt as well. I like the line /like the night sky to a red moon/. Tribute or not, this is one of your strongest & best poems; made me feel a bit silly writing mine about Walt Whitman.
This is a great tribute to Frank Stanford - and I think wholly your style too. Have you seen the recently published Collected Poems of his? I'm debating getting it as a physical book (because e-readers are rubbish for poetry).
What an incredible poem! Full of surprises.
Impressive and sobering poem. I am sure your poet would be pleased with your tribute.
i liked the elements of natural and all the visuals painted a nice picture
The first stanza completely overwhelmed me. The imagery....particularly, "like the night sky to a red moon" is just so abundantly rich. Wow, Anthony. Phenomenal.
I admire the boldness of the title and theme itself - death ~ in the opening lines ~
Good one Anthony ~
I really love the layers here, and the mystery hidden in each image. Nice.
Death is a child that never sleeps.. death is a lock of hair that never feels.. life is the curl of a girl or boy beneath a hood.. that will live on.. as long as we honor that in words of song..:)
Strong and on a subject morbid in nature. That gives it an outright sense of foreboding. Great lines Anthony!
Hank
I went ad read a few. You do him proud and then some in this poem of life and death and life again.
Poignant and powerful. Well done.
I really enjoyed the contrasts in your imagery..."night sky to a red moon"...woodlands
to a wolf in slumber". A very striking and profound piece.
Solid last line Anthony. It sets the whole thing off a bit, and makes it personal. There is a nice maturity in your voice, from your earlier pieces. Definitely less a hip hop feel than your other stuff as well.
I just love this:
"Death reads the stanzas that
fall from my fingertips
in a language I find hard
to understand"
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