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(Self Portrait by Olan Smith, acrylic on canvas)
Are You There?
©2018, Olan L. Smith
Break it down, find its smallest part; remind me
The whole is the greater sum. Or that to be
Is simply art put together like x's and o's,
And I will not be ashamed of my mismatches
In this absurd jigsaw puzzle where one and one
Are three or even eleven. Remind me who you are.
What is your construction? Are you really there?
Or are you a fabrication of zeros and ones
Somewhere out there in the universe.
Are you an avatar? Is there substance
Beyond the screen? If I were to touch you,
Will you fade away into oblivion, where mixes black
With nonexistence. Shakespeare said that the
Whole World is a stage, but I say the universe is a shadowy
Canvas in a void, with a tight weave and tiny specks
Of color where things and life pretend to be.
Yet, here we are, you and me two specks on a canvas
Obscured. What are we to do before we fade?
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"Woman in Purple," an acrylic painting by Olan Smith
YOU ARE READING
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...
