Bird's Eye

Don't Skip a Beat

Don't skip a Beat

ⓒ 11-26-2023, Olan L. Smith

Hurry the ink poets when your Muse calls, and don't

Skip a beat; the press is ready. Poetry is your wont,

Roll it down the hill; the words become polished —

Till they hit a stone, hallelujahs are unabolished —

chords strike on an empty tomb. For liberation

Is both birth and death; it brings salvation.

Dedicated to preciouspearl20