(Matador slays the Monster, by Olan Smith, 2018)
Painter I am, writer I is, what's in the stew is what will be,
(Untitled abstract painting by Olan Smith, 2018)
I stirred the pot, most my life, under a lower flame,
(Foursome out for a Stroll, by Olan Smith, 2018)
Simmer and boil, simmer and boil, but mother didn't say to stop, so I stirred.
(Native America Man, by Olan Smith, 2018)
The stew is perfect, turned off the heat, it is what it is time to eat.
(Francis Bacon, by Olan Smith, 2018)
I hope you've enjoy the mix!
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...