Sonnet XLIV: Oh, Bind my Spine
©01-14-23, Olan L. Smith
Fairly, you cross the winds of time to me.
I learn your name, Alinda, yet untold;
A closely name supports the balcony
You travel 'cross the great abyss to mold.
Your dreamer dreams a place for you, untimed.
I ask, "What use am I?" Replies in psalms,
"A million times a billion words are rhymed,
No more I ask of you, than halt the qualms
To heaven's gate, you are to be my poet?
A poet strains to paint the written world."
Dominion births a well-timed aggregate
For you, in darken hours of need, uncurled.
I say to her, "Oh, bind my spine, your breath
To mine; my prize, a hallowed muse till death."
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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...
