A Measured Gaffe
@08-12-2019, Olan L. Smith
He slips through the webbing of her fingers,
A syrup sticks to an enigma and lingers,
It is a winter's night in the tundra of life;
Her love for him is hateful in this world's strife.
His love is too fawning as her hunger
She churns in revulsion of his honeyed thunder.
Her soul craves more, her mind in enquiry
Testifies, "Run! Beyond this penitentiary."
She leaves him, because of his impenitence,
Trying to flee her own exorbitance;
Her own anxieties, and burdens
Of her far-flung inner villains.
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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...
