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Write Upon My Stone
©2015, Olan L. Smith
Wind sweeping dust into swirls depositing layers
Upon my grave, and I hear not a sound
Six feet under, for I am not on this world torn
Asunder by the flex and wane of time immortal,
Which justly empowers the disembodied. What is waxes,
What was waxes more―it remains unseen to temporal
Eyes, which seek not the continuum of knowledge.
Why are those living unknowing? Why seek
In cold soils where only bones lie buried? Write
On my stone, "Seek me in the stars." Search for me
In the stillness of the night sky, and watch as
My light flickers. Who knows more, the living or the dead?
A/N The above digital painting is my study of a crayon drawing the Picasso did while on his death bed. He titled it "Death Mask".
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Write Upon My Stone
Poetry"Write Upon My Stone" has turned into a collection of my poems about death, and other of my poems with dark themes. I will be adding to this collection with both new and older poems with those themes. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan L. Smith (aka...
