Sonnet XLVIII; The Poet
©06-25-23, Olan L. Smith
His guardian angel maddens the elms,
And cries, "You don't remember our vow."
She's not incarnate she's the very prow,
Alinda visits immortals' endless realms.
He's feral, thousands times hereinabove,
It's special, this closeness felt and wrought,
Their steel is harden, eternal blend; not
Chance, and he is deeply, vastly, in love.
They share eternity, his lives before this earth,
And closure comes. Time unravels the hymns;
His partner takes his soul, departs this berth.
They're fragile memories, morsels and whims.
A god's inspiration, an endlessness
Is everlasting, immortal deathlessness.
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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...
