I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Many have asked if these proud hounds are mine In truth, I am blessed to belong to them Without them, on sand I would nightly dine
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Diligent practice Sometimes produces brilliant Improvisation
A sunny anachronism smiles here Devoid of melanoma's whispering No dermatologist’s warning, severe Darkly shades this innocent sun bathing
Recognize beauty As a voracious reader With insomnia
Burn the ordinary parts of today Write to the rhythm of the gravedigger Let your natural intelligence play With a small riddle and make it bigger
We spend so much time Thinking of clever ways to Avoid real thinking
If tomorrow starts without me It will be what I have sought: A world that I owe nothing Where I will quietly rot
Given what we could Be doing with our brief lives How was this Thursday?
Glib, irresponsible but successful A virtuoso at delegation Smoothly combed, mischievously powerful Fit to rule a tribe or corporation
What would it mean to Grow the ruler in order To shrink the distance? * Modify the means Of measuring the vastness Contract the cosmos
After the death of my father Before the world became illegible Convinced that the pain was selfish, small, childish Determined to explain it nonetheless
What if heaven and Hell are run by the human Resources people?
