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
A set of symbols familiar and new
But the wrinkles of your grey dress are clear
They form a bleak map of disappointment
Compounded by the fact that you rushed here
One slipper, without leave, strangely absent
Perhaps it waits, confused, on yonder stair
As into air, abstractedly, you glare
For this small, private, readerly lair
Instead of consolation, yields despair
Please know that, for so long as I can write
I’ll strive to quench grey yearning with delight
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
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"Each one a soft, cool kiss for your sad brain" That was my favourite part! Loved your poem!
D.J., I love this. It captures a story of a moment depicted in the picture so brilliantly. I loved the voice you created. Deftly done.
I can't see the picture any other way now.