I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
You will wonder how this can be the world You will believe in elaborate lies with perfect sincerity Your dutiful patience will be a fat vein for hungry teeth
By D. J. Reddalla day ago in Poets
The raucous gratitude of starved ravens Drowns out the quiet speech of sanity All of our warm, familiar, clean havens Become cold, arid, hostile and filthy
By D. J. Reddall2 days ago in Poets
Slay your enemies Thus will you inspire those Who yearn for revenge
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Poets
Here is no synonym of loneliness Solitude suffonsifies and sustains I feel evening’s mischievous caress My modest light, a sparkling watch maintains
By D. J. Reddall6 days ago in Poets
Why do you mistake Your desire for things for Proof you deserve them?
By D. J. Reddall11 days ago in Poets
The river speculates about the footprints Fluent in many dialects of flow Across the surface, a remote sun glints Who was this walker, swanning to and fro?
By D. J. Reddall12 days ago in Poets
When we think we are Improvising, we may be Parroting parents
By D. J. Reddall15 days ago in Poets
A fresh, new mocktail: Boring Emasculation Is what they call it
By D. J. Reddall18 days ago in Poets
Still vocalizing After 900 attempts To create real art
By D. J. Reddall19 days ago in Poets
Sometimes the answer Lies in knowing that words have Multiple meanings
Some stubborn, metaphysical substrate Must linger when everything else dissolves; Beneath the paint, the canvas stands up straight
By D. J. Reddall21 days ago in Poets
Sometimes, the standard approach just won't do Renown eludes the follower of rules Vanilla physics should not constrain you
By D. J. Reddall22 days ago in Poets
