A Mist that Never Fades
©2020.01.11, Olan L. Smith
Faded reflections on smoky gray mirrors,
Shadows in a frozen mist that never come
True. A hollow tune rings on brass pipes, a
Detail that never was, and he rolls over to
Dream anew, another dream muted by
Awakened authenticity, an awareness
Of this touching that, and which is real.
A mist boils off with a sunrise, and truth
Rolls away with the early morning shadows,
And it's night again, an altered world engulfs
The mind, and reality fades, and this is truth.
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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...
