I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
The trouble may be that we are confused About the meaning of coveted love So seldom offered, so often refused It seems to be a tone, seen from above
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Bear it in mind that Tedious solitude moves Gods to create worlds
There are minds that will misread this image As a puerile euphemism made real I would argue that here is a meaning Waiting for better reading to reveal
After your last drink Most of your drinking buddies Will vanish; don't mourn
These towers smell like stale perspiration Liberty multiplies anxiety; Where the destiny of a stunned nation Is made, efficiency is piety
The magpies scold me They are scandalized by my Fear of taking flight
Disobedience Animating works of art Wins your grudging love
Clear sunset banding Suspended in aging sky Advancing night signs
If you are reading this, you have survived Another day of struggle and travail Another fiendish plot, darkly contrived Another bill deferred to no avail
O Canadian! Your search for identity Explains who you are
Spurn other humans For a while, then seek some out You will be amazed
Listen carefully to light and water Watch the methodical patience of time The tidal catechism grows warmer As the dawn deglazes the ocean’s rhyme
