Tedious inconvenience lingers
After death, which is the best evidence
I can find that long, sadistic fingers
Guided by exquisite intelligence
Arranged these groaning, sepia shadows
This twilit, weeping gloom, not to end things
But to make everything seem a gallows
From which we dangle, gasping offerings
To an omnipotent, patient sadist
With a galactic imagination
And there is a grey, bureaucratic twist:
Even the dead await transportation
When it arrives, we wish that it had not
Pity the spectral fish, in this boat, caught
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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"Hear Me Out"
"Hear me out, what if we ran away together?" "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere but here. We could move to a new city or to Canada, or we could disappear from society to live in the middle of the woods. Maybe a combination of two of those things would be good. What do you say?"
By Kay Husnick7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Oooo, this was so profound! So well done!
Your sonnet matched the picture perfectly!
Woah this was deep, the images made it feel intense! incredible work 💌
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What a picture and what a sonnet. Fitting, I think and encapsulates what has been represented in the picture whilst also going beyond it into thoughtful rumination.
Deep and a bit gloomy, but so well written!