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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Non Sequitur
If you are free, you Can choose when to follow and When following ends
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Yuki-onna
She beckons with a cold and lovely hand Anticipating reluctance and fear Few can her icy, pale allure withstand Unhesitatingly, I do draw near
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Maeve
Your eyes were proof that Light has infinite houses But only one home
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Certain Tea
Leaves contain secrets Light and water tutor them Heed their warm whispers
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
A Look Beheld
Those of us who lack beauty have a gift As recompense for our misshapen forms: We can gold from ordinary muck sift And know it when real to ideal conforms
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Perfect Portraiture
Ah, eternity Not images in sequence But everything, still
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Hunger
We will have to trust the hounds in the snow What we cannot find, their keen noses will How to keep starvation at bay, we know
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Respect the Nog
"Egg in a small cup" Your name signifies just this But you mean much more
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
One New Voicemail
“Oh, Jeff…I love you, too…but…your credit score is low, your income is modest, your cholesterol is elevated and your sperm count is laughable. You are genetically predisposed to a number of lethal diseases, and your relationship with your family is acrimonious at best. You hate your job and therefore do it with grudging spite.
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Humor
The Gathering
Seldom is he satisfied with our work Although we gather all the wood we can He surveys our wretched toil with a smirk
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Completely Content
Everything we do Quickly becomes a message Public or private
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Ere He Drove Out of Sight
Mrs. Claus again. Does she have any idea what night this is?!? No, I cannot pick up eggs on my way home. Do I look like a rabbit?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Humor