D. J. Reddall

Joined June 2022

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I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.

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Cornflower Orphan
Why did you choose me, saucy silk stranger?! Do you have any idea what a creep Just looking makes me? I'm in real danger!
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Magpie's Moment
The magpie seems trivial, but is not It is the protagonist of this tale The fence, the snow, the trees were for it, wrought
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Fast Food
An oxymoron Lurks in the innocuous Name of this odd fare
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
What Is Frost?
Just look at what frost can do How casually we talk of awe If everything is awesome, nothing is We do not need a word if another will do just as well
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Cold Cleric
Skating requires excellent balance Two thin blades carving frozen water spell Doom or delight during this chilly dance
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Rogue Elephant
Beware great power Drunk on rage and vanity An id made a god
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Nightfall
Everything obeys ageless gravity Exhausted leaves and the curtain of night Darkness encourages depravity But it can be a friend, protecting sight
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Shelf Life
An overdue book Am I, dreading the cold shelf But sure to return
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Remembrance Night
November evening Darkness talks with leaves and snow Cold, bright memories
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Incredulous Hearts
How must your bodies feel about your minds? Marching methodically into death’s maw Liquor, laughter, love of myriad kinds
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Art of War
Decorating a flying death machine With quiet skill and determination Marking a wing with details bright and clean A tribute to your bellicose nation
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Uneasiness
Call me paranoid But I'm not sure November Is really our month
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets