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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Calypso Scorned
Odysseus, you hick, you hot hayseed You brash bumpkin from rocky Ithaca! Athena to your every need paid heed; Your smile was my pain’s prolegomena
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Dream 夢 (Yume)
Was writing a dream? Or are you dreaming about Reading my writing?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
You're the Filter
Let the shouting sea summersault through you Absorb the polluted, peculiar profusion of the possible Percolate it into pellucid, purified poetry
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
A Mind of Autumn
Watching fall through a hospital window Having sought aid for your sensitive mind Which gleaned more from life's old book than most know
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Demens Rex
Mad clowns are great fun Provided that they never Escape the circus
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Falling for You
I owe you a sincere apology For falling into this odd world too late To study language and psychology And understand your look, so desolate
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Aki (秋) Autumn
Leaves disguised as flames Trees molting like antique birds Autumn wrote these words
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Fixate. Top Story - September 2024.
Find what fascinates Stop at nothing to find out Why it compels you
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Mind Blown
What is more fragile and ephemeral? Lungs laugh lithe little worlds into light life Hollow and shining, fleeting, temporal
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Growing Fragile
Growth makes things fragile: Cells, civilizations and Most of all, egos
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Bookish
Is reality A story about itself That we read and write?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Good Knight
The hour of serene exhaustion comes With the truth that all of your mad striving Has yielded little profit, and vast sums
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets