My Quickening
©02-01-21, Olan L. Smith
I awake enclosed,
And I curl desiring to hide,
My thoughts crack my casing
And I emerge flowing forth
Ready to quicken.
I'm the faces of existence:
Graciousness—
Weariness—
Studiousness—
They are a few of my guises—
I'm birth, resurgence, and I'm death,
All those things anticipated, all
Subsequent my arrival in an
Alien world, hidden yet familiar.
I walk in a fantasy-scape of Salvador Dali.
(A.N. these thoughts were in my book-of-notes from the late 1970s to the mid-1980s, and I've combined them to create this poem, "The Quickening" The three paintings, top a interpretation of the Melting Clock, the second is a freehand digital painting of Dali, and the third is my portrait of Dali on canvas.)
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Older Poems from the Pen of Olan L. Smith
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