To be a perpetual spectator
Reclining into judgmental boredom
As the nervous, bashful sun grows brighter
Seems an ugly squandering of freedom
Bald, but sure of your own, formal beauty
Impatient with the clean, blue horizon
Watching as the mountains do their duty
Propping life up until the painting’s done
Without thanks or appreciation
As the grass exhales what you need to breathe
Members of a voyeuristic nation
With critical scorn, you quietly seethe
When summer light brings you no real delight
Meeting the world, you should be more polite
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (7)
D.K. Shepard said it before I could think it! Ditto DK’s comments🙃. Love the last lines! Sunrise & sunset are especially inspiring & many don’t care at all 🥺.
Cleverly woven social commentary! And a well written sonnet! Well done, D.J.!
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Another amazing poem!
👏👏👏. Take a bow, sir. Splendid work!
A convicting call to rethink one's approach to life!! Lovely work, D.J.! :)
A poem for Monday-morniing quarterbacks and wheelchair-generals. "Without thanks or appreciation...As the grass exhales what you need to breathe" — favorite line. (Among others)
Oooo, this was so profound! Loved it!