I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
It is possible Passionately to believe In great illusions
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Is intimacy Just a joke that only two Minds can really get?
Once you have begun The end rushes to meet you Make it seem fitting
Two hundred stories: Sonnets, haikus, ekphrastics; Vocal, I remain! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
His omniscient imagination Rules kings, seduces virgins, slays soldiers His songs forged the soul of this proud nation
What would it be like to be inspired Not by mere memory or idle dream But by the strange visions one acquired Courtesy of the celestial team?
What if you log off Go out, touch the grass, and find It's artificial?
Competition seems like a fine idea Healthy, and conducive to real progress Ah, but there’s a test for gonorrhea Let not the test, per se, the mind obsess;
The creator’s challenge is enormous: Conjure up a world using strange symbols That seizes our attention; you know us! We measure our attention with thimbles
It is difficult When gossip's the most potent Communication
Consider the power of a gesture: Two fingers raised as a plea for mercy Thumbs descending to slay a prone creature How casually cruel can digits be?
Illness changes things The way the well treat the ill In the worst of ways
