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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Exquisite Erudition
Your beauty blossoms When the contents of a book Become parts of you
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Devils You Know
Temptations are ubiquitous and strong A swarm of appetites is every soul To some sort of demon, many belong Tranquil serenity should be our goal
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Fear & Trembling
Ominous headlines Warnings of imminent doom Just the new normal?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Covetous Christmases Past
When I was small, Christmas was magical But mature reflection upon the past Fills me with guilt, for greed fanatical
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Crux Imissa
I watched him write a novel and a play While smoking and drinking a cheap champagne; In another, ostentatious display He tied his shoes while fixing my sink drain
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Instrumental
Oh, how I envied The exquisite tenderness With which you played him
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Cornflower Orphan
Why did you choose me, saucy silk stranger?! Do you have any idea what a creep Just looking makes me? I'm in real danger!
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Magpie's Moment
The magpie seems trivial, but is not It is the protagonist of this tale The fence, the snow, the trees were for it, wrought
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Fast Food
An oxymoron Lurks in the innocuous Name of this odd fare
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
What Is Frost?
Just look at what frost can do How casually we talk of awe If everything is awesome, nothing is We do not need a word if another will do just as well
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Cold Cleric
Skating requires excellent balance Two thin blades carving frozen water spell Doom or delight during this chilly dance
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Rogue Elephant
Beware great power Drunk on rage and vanity An id made a god
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets