Sonnet II: Breath So Vile
©2010, Olan L. Smith
Abortive; thus a cruel emotion reigned,
And I ― inferring not as who is true;
Who bears a wicked heart so black and stained?
And yet — as I do walk this earth anew,
And wishing not to breathe a breath so vile,
When we were brewing darkness evil loomed.
If I revolt and thus should come your bile
A fire would not bewail and thus so groomed
Our fate, and who yet wears a scar or dons
A face so marred and eyes so dimmed by hate;
Thus, if an omen does so deem or fawns,
And when, in moment, eyes should meet too late;
Or do each other greet and lust for more,
A wind is come, an icy breeze is lore.
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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...
