I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Glowing rectangle Show me everything I want Hide what I do not
By D. J. Reddall5 months ago in Poets
Why are we surprised? Capitalism perverts Most relationships
So much talk of war On foes real and imagined While hearts yearn for peace
If you have a question, why don't you ask? Why must you introduce it with this cry? Posing a question is a simple task Complicating it thus, my nerves will fry!
Behold the poet, violet and blue Melancholy and mad with love by turns To him, only what’s beautiful is true In him, the flame of awe too brightly burns
Those who cannot take Criticism show that they Urgently need it
The state of the world Is brittle, precarious Tempting feline fate
Please do not fear an unusual tree Some of us are rooted in the broad sky Light and air preparing our food for free While the natural order we defy
Eight hundred poems Stories, essays, falling leaves You caught their meaning
The wheat cannot hear my apologies Trembling with fear and dry confusion Jacob looks for his wise father and sees Divinely mad Abraham’s conclusion
What are the greatest hunters of our age doggedly pursuing? Safety Where do we feel safest, least in danger and most free?
The sleepers feel rage Their teeth are ground to powder Gnawing frustration
