Sonnet LII: Write a new World
© 1-22-2024, Olan L. Smith
She pushes thoughts along a keen sword's edge,
A double-cut creates a jugular, drips inscribe.
Now freely, words run down the neck and wedge
Upon her chest, a poet's blood describe.
The quill; precision thoughts, with fleshly couplets
In sordid worlds of dreams, and bones will cross
Synaptic clefts — created bloodlets from poets.
Thus, who desires to live a life of loss?
Desire does cleanse the harbor misanthrope;
Alas, all death won't bathe wicked captors.
The tale is silver lined and marred with hope;
One person, selfless, will swim in clean waters.
She dips herself to cleanse the greed we feel.
Assignment: Poetry beyond its zeal.
A.N. Amended, January 30th 2024