The creator’s challenge is enormous:
Conjure up a world using strange symbols
That seizes our attention; you know us!
We measure our attention with thimbles
We are born distracted and die that way
The intoxication of distraction
Is the one deity we all obey
You look like you could use a vacation
Stop trying to create different worlds
We have all the fiction we really need
Isn’t it about time your banner furled?
Talk all you like, but we will not pay heed
It is to this that creators reply
Know your audience; now teach them to fly
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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If Evil, Why Cute?
It starts like this, fair readers: It's the early morning, and I've just stolen the last cup of coffee from the pot. I open up my brainstorming journal to scrappy pages, my laptop primed upon a dusty, glowing white screen; words either already written or about to be written upon the blank spaces.
By Amanda Starks5 days ago in Humor
Comments (4)
You wrote it very well exactly relates with the reality
"We are born distracted and die that way". I loved that line the most because distracted is my default state of being, lol. Loved your poem!
Amazing story telling, D.J.! Although, of course, I recognise the form and am indeed being facetious. "We measure our attention with thimbles" - what a line!
Amazing story telling. well done!