Mechanical routine processes souls
Into dull, grey copies of each other
Language sustains mechanical control
Of thought, and we ought to seek another
Means of freeing the imagination
We ought to shift into a verbal mood
Beyond mere assertion or description;
The subjunctive could change our attitude
And allow us to wish, dream or invent
Quite independently of the mundane
Merely existing, our predicament
Could be transcended by playing again
Remember when, with childish abandon
We heard each word as a fable begun?
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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I think I figured out why I love Wild Card Weekend so much. It's because it's the first playoff anything of the calendar year. The NFL season starts in the fall, and once upon a time, the champion was crowned either on or slightly before New Year's. The evolution of the NFL schedule has resulted in the playoffs starting just into the New Year, and currently, the final week of the season falls on the first weekend of the New Year, with Wild Card Weekend coming a week after that. So yes, chronologically, the NFL's Wild Card Weekend serves as the first playoff anything of the calendar year.
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Oooo, this felt so deep. Loved it!
If only we could live through out imaginations. Wouldn't it be nice?
And what a place to play, and spin our own fables. Great job!
The calm, assured voice in this poem demonstrates a world where creation and thought can be prized.
"Remember when, with childish abandon, we heard each word as a fable begun?" Brilliant stuff. I'm trying to rediscover that childlike wonder too!
Playing is many times forgotten now - I say turn it all off, go outside and run in the wind. 🫶🏻