I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
A sugar sweet gift: This small, origami fox Nestled in my palm Fair are your myriad forms Fly to me in the fairest
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Beware the zealous Believer who silences All who dare dissent
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
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
