©2020-12-03, Olan L. Smith
Camouflaged thoughts hidden within, deprived of detection, not
Organized by sturdy words and images set for recall that
Linger in the minds of everyone, in many realities
Long for remembrance, worn out toys boxes
Abounding with errors that we create,
Pause over-and-over, hence this
Soul's submission behalf
An Everlasting stage
SurrendereD; it's minutes
Measured in fingernails piled in heaps nearby the beds of fools
Only god knows what is lost, given by those who don't
Mention the collapse of realities upon one another
Everyone knows when time runs out, it comes
Not in moments, or memories, it will arise
Through connections, through pathways
Synapses forged in fragile traces.
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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...
