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A Sonnet for Writers
If the world you knew and loved is no more
Pulverized by plague or war or famine
You can slam denial’s obstinate door
But it opens, as facts you examine
When it does, bitter rage will blunder in
If it does not boil you into a mist
Bargaining for survival will begin
But the status quo laughs as you insist
Saturnine melancholy will follow
But before you succumb to the grey gloom
Writing can help; do not merely wallow
Put your mind to imagination’s loom
If the world as it stands betrays and wounds
Weave a fresh, beautiful new one, from words
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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OMG! I love this so much. Too old for OMg-ing but this is so great. Imagine being so ticked off by this realm that I can weave myself a new one and just hop on over. The premise is very inviting. Gorgeous indeed.
Imagination definitely is a very powerful tool. I often use it to escape reality. Loved your poem!
Succinct and inspiring, this poem promotes the creative process of writing. It takes the reader on a brief ride through overcoming uncertainty and basking in the light of knowing.