I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Pity seems benign, but it is poison Smiling condescension strangles the soul Better invisible than looked down on Better a diamond mistaken for coal
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Do not hesitate Follow the stage directions Exit gracefully
She walks along the avenue all day Silent, determined and aloof is she About her, gossips have too much to say They speculate about who she must be:
Why do those who sought Restored, in-person learning Fly away from it?
Autumn has blessed this ravishing trio Kissed their leaves with lips of crimson fire Turned their green chlorophyl to rich Barolo
Forget the future Who could possibly think that All is well right now?
Wasted upon the young is callow youth I should have known the kid would screw it up! The trouble was I tried to do in truth
Searing makes meat produce morbid music Aroma a gathering of grass ghosts Toothsome texture of tender pages torn Each bite reads like a salty short story
It is easy to lament the waning To bemoan the conquest of light by night We have made an art form of complaining Worrying spawns masochistic delight
Catch yourself reading Make that what you read; reflect What does reading mean?
Dionysus, twice-born and deathless drunk divine God of delirious intoxication Lord of the sodden and sweetly supine Your nation is imagination
Even the water wants to preserve this Reflection is its blind way of painting; The world can be a frightened, dumb abyss
