Sonnet L: Death is Us
©08-16-2023, Olan L. Smith
Not difficult to do, to say, or hear —
We laugh toward darken tower's night—
To sing aloud, and chortle in lost woods.
No paths, no guide, still filled with glee, just lost.
We walk pass lengthy queues at temple doors
For we the dead — the youthful stand aside.
We salt the dirt with rotted flesh, and pain
Is death — a chamber opens wide to gulp.
The tears for seven billion lives demise
A hope, a flame, you choose which door you take.
Alas, our death again, and hostel tents
To take our soul, and bring us home, once more.
Excised facades and hope, no friends enjoin
Our death, just ashes evermore disentwined.
A/N: This is a blank verse sonnet, meaning the verse is iambic pentameter with no rhyme scheme.
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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...
