I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Soon, winter will make Every coy exhalation Cold enough to see
By D. J. Reddall5 months ago in Poets
An origami spermatozoa Aimed at the pale solar understudy ovum Language its inarticulate cargo Buoyed by wild hope Consider its legible skin
I can remember Forgetting all sorts of things Never your laughter
He sings in a universal language Of things our hearts have long known to be true Poverty, disease and time do ravage The body, but the spirit sees us through
That's all you asked That's all it took The light, the tea, the book, the nook And you, with no fresh project tasked Free as any living form with the kind of mind
Some may be trying To read January 6th As a beer hall putsch
Fresh apples with cheese Despite your best efforts, life I can still love them
Like me, these beasts serve and obey your will Unlike me, they cannot feel love for you Your adversaries, they will hunt and kill
Just minding your own business On a mundane day, at a terrible time Your mind will make the orthogonal move You will be quietly falling into line, again
Absolute power An individual's dream A nation's nightmare
"Midway in our life's journey, I went astray/from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood" They congratulated me for my sparkling teaching evaluations
Shameful joy derived From the vice and folly of Strangers on a screen
