I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
It remains fresh, clear Dawn made of magpie gossip You whispered, "Come on."
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
It is obvious: I have failed again I sought in vain to choose these words for you Each one a soft, cool kiss for your sad brain
Perhaps we are all The results of very small Tedious group work
It is possible Passionately to believe In great illusions
Is intimacy Just a joke that only two Minds can really get?
Once you have begun The end rushes to meet you Make it seem fitting
Two hundred stories: Sonnets, haikus, ekphrastics; Vocal, I remain! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
His omniscient imagination Rules kings, seduces virgins, slays soldiers His songs forged the soul of this proud nation
What would it be like to be inspired Not by mere memory or idle dream But by the strange visions one acquired Courtesy of the celestial team?
What if you log off Go out, touch the grass, and find It's artificial?
Competition seems like a fine idea Healthy, and conducive to real progress Ah, but there’s a test for gonorrhea Let not the test, per se, the mind obsess;
The creator’s challenge is enormous: Conjure up a world using strange symbols That seizes our attention; you know us! We measure our attention with thimbles
