Sonnet XXXV: The Goddess said Amen
©June 27th 2022, Olan L. Smith
She empties heaven's life into the storm,
The gods' own mortality ― now in men;
Their love of grief, they know erotic form,
A mortal plight, the goddess says amen.
When lotus flowers bloom, the gods are flesh
In rampant hate, and gross vulgarities.
The gods are curbed and suffer mortal death.
A grass root wish, the death of deities.
The price is not enough; men disobeyed,
Dislike until the end of time foresaw,
Men do bleed an idol's air; the gods fade,
A society grieves, they kill with awe.
Forever, humans seek forgiveness, lone,
And willful, humans lay in ruin and prone.
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Sonnets Written by Olan L. Smith
PoetryI am moving many of my singly published poems into collections, and in this collection will reside all my sonnets I have written, and will write in the future--I hope you enjoy. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones. (Cover credit...
