I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Slay your enemies Thus will you inspire those Who yearn for revenge
By D. J. Reddall2 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. Reddall4 days ago in Poets
Why do you mistake Your desire for things for Proof you deserve them?
By D. J. Reddall9 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. Reddall10 days ago in Poets
When we think we are Improvising, we may be Parroting parents
By D. J. Reddall12 days ago in Poets
A fresh, new mocktail: Boring Emasculation Is what they call it
By D. J. Reddall15 days ago in Poets
Still vocalizing After 900 attempts To create real art
By D. J. Reddall16 days ago in Poets
Sometimes the answer Lies in knowing that words have Multiple meanings
By D. J. Reddall17 days ago in Poets
Some stubborn, metaphysical substrate Must linger when everything else dissolves; Beneath the paint, the canvas stands up straight
By D. J. Reddall18 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. Reddall19 days ago in Poets
Heat excites the pan Olive oil forms a bright slick Floral ghosts kiss nose
By D. J. Reddall22 days ago in Poets
Nostalgia for the sweet, spousal swivel Moments when surprise synchronizes eyes Will yield, as the early blossoms shrivel
By D. J. Reddall23 days ago in Poets
