New Tender
©12-23-2020, Olan L. Smith
Blunt the sword that pierced my heart, when I loved you
So long ago, an unimaginable time, unremembered work
Of steel against flesh that enliven two hearts to a single
Beat. Who witnesses such romance remembers the pain
As well as two souls in the throes of passion laying one
Atop another, fleshly intercourse of not so secret passions.
Our vows crushed by the weight of living. and esteem
For those nearby who see it through, or we had pity
On the plight and channels too often guzzled water
Turned rancorous, even poison to the soul's character.
Plow the furrow deeper, conceive more children to bury
The hatred, set the cords unwoven by a burst coupling.
Yet, the heating of chilled winds warm, a storm dies,
And even infernos ice, from time-to-time. For a moment
I think, what if? If it would work in different conditions.
What if we were to plight our troth once more in the last
Minutes of life? Would love rekindle? Would sparks ignite?
Fresh tender? The winds change, a new stench recalled.
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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...
