I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
What really matters Is how things appear to be On various screens
By D. J. Reddall2 months ago in Poets
All of the grim facts seem to conspire Against this mad impulse, to walk alone Through fresh snow and wind, a frozen wire
By D. J. Reddall3 months ago in Poets
Ash and snow mingle Winter's cold exhalation A lone ember glows
Harmonize your parts: Feel with cool lucidity Think passionately
Your trivial queries annoy the gods! Horse races, politics, lotteries, girls; I am not here to calculate the odds But to read the future as it unfurls
Humane, laughing hearts A bigoted crank from Queens Never a contest
Pay no attention to the dire warnings The system is not broken It is working perfectly To create exactly this life For all of the participants in it
Representatives Should be chosen carefully They reveal our taste
We imitate the river on our way Destinations turn into departures As to and fro, night flows into bright day My horse is a methodical marcher
Winter speaks wise words In the language of the bear We need translations
Thinking you know what you mean Such a subtle trap Words have lives They are born, they work, and they die Children imitate their parents
Escape a mad king Create a new republic Choose a new, mad king
