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Shadows Dance
©2018, Olan L. Smith
Bind us, force us to watch shadows cast
On the wall by an unknown source that molds
Us. On river banks we were clay, unformed―
A potter plops us on his wheel and round we go.
Fire bakes, wakes, forms, and gives us forever―
He places us on the shelf to await the glaze―
Those he does not destroy
Will watch the shadows dance.
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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...
