I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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. Reddallabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Slay your enemies Thus will you inspire those Who yearn for revenge
By D. J. Reddall3 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. Reddall10 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?
When we think we are Improvising, we may be Parroting parents
By D. J. Reddall13 days ago in Poets
A fresh, new mocktail: Boring Emasculation Is what they call it
By D. J. Reddall16 days ago in Poets
Still vocalizing After 900 attempts To create real art
By D. J. Reddall17 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. Reddall19 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. Reddall20 days ago in Poets
Heat excites the pan Olive oil forms a bright slick Floral ghosts kiss nose
By D. J. Reddall23 days ago in Poets
