Sonnet XLIX: Familial Faces
©08-14-2023, Olan L. Smith
Always difficult to do, to say, to be,
To laugh toward the darkened monoliths;
Openly sung tunes, chortles, busted piths,
And ne'er a path in site. Who knows their glee,
These guardians procedural lengthy chain
Of righteous souls, required to wait, be weary.
In naught is toil, blood trails down, eyes blurry,
The ground salts of the earth; no toil, no pain,
My life of tears will tarry not the wait.
And all will see the rot of flesh will fade;
Resound angels of God, reclaim my might
On horns, as heavenly gates do parade
Love's pastures, familial faces evermore
Enjoin with love, with hope, with glee forswore.
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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...
