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Come Devil in the Morning
©10-DEC-18, Olan L. Smith
Withering writer, for whom
Does the bell toll this day? And the words of Satan
Roll off the tongue in rows, he comes to retrieve
His works borrowed. Do his words sting in the morning light?
Do they peal within the nether world that rests between
Wake and sleep. Normal folk dismiss the din; they
Roll over to sleep never paying the toll, but the poet
Wakes, grabs pad and pen, to take note of the sting,
What price will be paid this day?
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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...
