Acrostic: Let Go of it Olan!
©July 20th 2021, Olan L. Smith
Let go of it, is an idiom that applies to about anything, right?
Even in calm winds our grip is firm, in a breeze we want
To control everything about our lives, with every inch
Given we hang on for dear life, yet ultimately it slips into
Oblivion, and we watch as it escapes the gravity of our well.
Over-and-over we watch things escape, get old, or we no longer desire
For our collection. Old models we toss away, forget, and turn to rust.
It is not for us to keep, never was ours, they are just loaners
That appear, give us amusement to collect, pass along,
Or return to dust. A smith forges them, gives them being,
Love them with their sweat, love, and power. The decrees of Earth,
And the languages we use, be the powers we share forever, it is
Never ours, it is given us to catch in the ether, and then to part.
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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...
