Acrostic: Thanksgiving Day [antithesis]
©Olan L. Smith, November 23rd 2021
Thanks for waving through the window of my visions
Hanna, young, optimistic, joyful, as I remember you.
Always my dream girl, we dated once then I fell away,
Not purposefully, but another's aroma drew me in the
Knight's night. Apologetically, you still echo, waving,
Showing off your scorching figure fluttering in a veil of
Golden memories of what could've been our world.
In light of day and moonless nights we could have
Vigorously stunned the world, the two of us. You
In your attractiveness, breasts, and a beam
No one could resist, except me. I should've
Given reverence to your abundance, young Aphrodite.
Dreams are all I have left, reveries, visions, I could've
Awoken today with you in my bed, my arms around you.
Years ago I went amiss, you should've whirled me in.
(Photo taken by Olan L. Smith)
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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...
