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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Overtime
Returning to work Seems increasingly absurd As one grows older
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Sunny Boy
Smiling platitudes Smug, vain, vacuous bromides An empty costume
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Poetic License
A single decision can change whole worlds Tradition, convention, custom, habit Into disarray by defiance hurled Insist that strict confines we inhabit
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Water's Riddle
For a moment, I became a dolphin A note in a cool, cobalt symphony Proudly displaying an eternal grin Swimming with effortless alacrity
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Weight of Waiting
Has patience ceased to be a real virtue? Can we no longer endure a long wait? The claim that waiting is quite hard is true
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Vita Nova
The sound of new life A song, a scream, a sign of Existence endured
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Sublime Subjunctive
Mechanical routine processes souls Into dull, grey copies of each other Language sustains mechanical control Of thought, and we ought to seek another
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Idle Talk
Genuine conversation does lift us Out of the ordinary, mundane world Provided that the matter we discuss Is something other than the nonsense hurled
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Ordinary Novelty
Nothing is more ordinary than dawn Nature clearing her throat to sing the day But before the mundane is seen and gone Permit a brief, contemplative delay
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Year of the Snake
For auld lang syne, be Serpentine: shed what is dead Become a fresh self
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Eos
Homer described what he could never see: Ulysses the beggar and the suitors cruel Your rosy fingers and the wine dark sea
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
A Fresh Page
May this be a year To be enjoyed, not endured Written with kindness
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets