Acrostic: Oh, Christmastide
©December 15, 2021, Olan L. Smith
Oblivious to reality people walk blinded,
Hapless spirits trapped in corporal caches, while
Crystals form in the mind's eye and courage
Has twisted its dew upon dry blades of grass, a
Ruptured crust. The sky quakes conveying
Imports from other domains created by wicked
Sons of Man, ripping the very fabric of
Time, measurements of phases have halted.
Many scurry to proclaim the end is nigh, "Come
And sit with me upon rooftops to reminisce of
Sublime yesteryears to calm man's mind.
Travelers in sleighs find melted ice flows, reindeer,
In winter, fish for news of cold that never comes.
Divine churches filled with worshipers begging gods,
Engage with men, once more...the end is near.
Painting above:
Title UAP, by Olan Smith, 4th iteration, acrylic on canvas, size 24 X 18 inches (45.72 x 60.96 cm)
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