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Give Me an Anchor
©June 16th 2021, Olan L. Smith
Give me an anchor heavy enough, and I will stop
The world in its orbit! Reality shimmers not for me,
I fear not what comes, only what is carved in me
By life, and the recklessness of my passion. I've tried
Walking the narrow path chosen for me by fate, and
Bitter as that may be I tarry not in the darkness, rather
I live each moment as though it were my last, and
Each deed worthy of my presence in days of judgement.
I skip a stone across the Mackenzie for delight of knowing
Across the shore is not a better place, I lay my
Fate here, where I stand for good or bad, I'll reap
The harvest! I stand with you in my heart as justification.
You bring all to halt, and I've grow tired of the constant
Wavering, the movement of goals, and not knowing
My position. I stand here! Now I heed the day of reckoning,
You tarry not for the sluggish, you come for all justly.
Anchor the world in reality...fix yourself in what is right,
For you know what is evil! It is come, and you only reap
What is ripe, and rotten fruit still on the vine is discarded;
You bury it in earth for fertilizer; you bind my soul in love.
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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...
