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A Sonnet

By D. J. ReddallPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Our love for the search is desperate, mad

We must get over our amnesia

Hunting and gathering are all we’ve had

“Shopping,” “questing,” “searching”—pure poesia

For career, for mate, for food, for clothing

For ideology, faction, party

For identity, purpose, meaning

Each Sherlock for a fit Moriarty

We are gathering fun ways of hunting

Mere survival has always been our goal

Sure, we are all adept at pretending

That it’s an orifice, not just a hole

It is safe to drop the old camouflage

Other stories are mostly a mirage

Sonnet

About the Creator

D. J. Reddall

I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.

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  • Esala Gunathilake2 years ago

    Liked it.

  • Kodah2 years ago

    Wooahhh the last line was deep! Nicely done DJ! 💓

  • Manisha Dhalani2 years ago

    That Moriarty line, brilliant! "Orifice not just a hole".

  • Christy Munson2 years ago

    Enjoyed your sonnet. I agree with Dharr that this line is a personal fav: "Each Sherlock for a fit Moriarty". Thoughtful and thought-provoking piece.

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  • Sasi Kala2 years ago

    lovely poem sonnet.

  • Rachel Deeming2 years ago

    I was expecting sonnets of glee with the mighty Oilers' triumph. Always thought provoking.

  • "Each Sherlock for a fit Moriarty". That line was brilliant! Loved your sonnet!

  • Love the pictures, and the words and the sentiment

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