National Poetry Month Day 12: Last Dance #NaPoWriMo

We trip the light fantastic, and darkly, in my daily poem for Day 12 Of National Poetry Month...

The Last Dance

Our starlit night, a celestial crown

perched in glory atop our lives.

The music begins, a rhythmic waltz;

it’s our final dance, before the end.

Perched in glory, atop our lives,

splayed out, together memories;

moments we laughed, or cried.

The music begins, a rhythmic waltz;

the strains of our favorite Strauss

imbue the night and our hearts.

It’s our final dance, before the end,

before that concluding breath,

before that last kiss of forever.

© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved 

National Poetry Month Day 8: Awkward #NaPoWriMo

Today, for National Poetry Month, I have two poems. One for Day 8 and one for Day 7. Yesterday's poem was originally posted on Facebook, as the blog was preempted by the release of my new poetry book, Colours of Poetry. However, I thought my blog readers might like it so today it's a two for one deal. Oh, and I have the names of the winners of the Colours of Poetry Rafflecopter giveaway. Enjoy.

 Awkward

To dance with eloquence…

Sigh. I have two left feet

She stands across the floor

But I have two left feet

To twirl her in my arms

Sadly, I have two left feet

Would we tango, do a dip?

Alas, I have two left feet

Should I try? Should I ask?

I’m afraid. I have two left feet

To dance with eloquence

The impossible dream

I have two left feet

© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart

~*~

Dallying Outside the Box

Outside the looming, proverbial box

Against the sprint of ticking clocks

I dally, dally, and the whole world gawks

Perhaps it’s me, or my mismatched socks

I’m outside, outside, always peering in

Staring at you with my lopsided grin

I open my mouth; I have something to say

“Love the clouds, and their shade of grey”

I shimmy, I shimmy, shattering feet of clay

Is it time to prance, my hour of play?

I’m trapped in a box, a box, cried the mime

A mimicry set to the tower bell chime

Outside I stand, beyond your crate

No act for me, with a balancing plate

I dilly, I dally, my whole life’s a fete

And no jackets for me, not crooked or strait

I’m beyond, beyond, just out of reach

Always grinning at you, ain't I a peach?

© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart

~*~

And now for the giveaway winners

The three winners are:

Veronica Hosking

Henry Brabyn

Sheila Deeth

I'm emailed each winner about their prize of a free ecopy of Colours of Poetry.

Congratulations to all!