Acrostic: Isolationism
©2019, Olan L. Smith
Incredibly stupid fears cause the
Shell to close tightly about
Our sphere of life. Damn, the
Laughter of the haunted ghost.
Angst that approaches our psyche
To terrify us enough to stick our necks
In the sands of time slowing
Our progress, joining hands through the
Night into daylight to become one world.
In the immensity of minuteness, we create more
Shells to close, to cloak us; to divorce openness,
Melodic carolers sing welcome, heed not.
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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...
