Om: Acrostic, Nothingness
©July 19th 2022, Olan
Never clever was the lad that sought the stars,
Other assume it is madness he should
Think the stars within his grasp, an existence
High in the night sky, a solitary speck of light
In deepest blackness. He thinks enormity is
Nothing minus all, emptiness in the Void.
God who is, and is not, a thing before all nothing.
Naked in his nakedness No Thing could see,
Else, the heavens fail in their striving,
Sickliness in what is existence. Come cynic,
See nothingness, feel nothing, be nothing.
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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...
