Voices lifted in the seething, emerald cathedral
Offering immortality to the dying
Inviting the isolated into infinite intimacies
Calling every ear to consider the meaning of hearing
Every voice is the work of silent things, agitated
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Do you ever get sidetracked when writing? I do. I think it must be in the nature of the creative mind to draw connections and have a need to explore them. Since the World Wide Web became established in the 1990s, this has become a lot easier to do. The phenomenon being described as ‘going down a wormhole.’ Sometimes a distraction, but I have written some of my best work when I have disappeared down one web wormhole or another. It also happened in the days when most of my research was book based so we can't blame it on the internet. Book research was just slower. These days, guided by my AI friend, it is much, much quicker.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout 6 hours ago in Poets
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Another incredible acrostic dripping with truth! brilliant, sir!
I especially loved that last line! Awesomeeee Acrostic!
So well written!!
Wow, DJ! This was evocative! Incredible work ✨💝