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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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!