1. The brighter you shine your light (spirit) without acknowledging your dark (soul), the bigger your shadow can loom and have power over you. 2. When an idea becomes an ideal, it’s prone to ideology, which frequently manifests as a lack of new ideas. 3. I probably have written more than 100 poems about the moon, […]
Joe and I used to go yearly to a spot on the Parkway to renew our vows, United Untied. Not far from the overlook where we later got married, and where Joe presented me with a wedding apple that I ceremoniously ate, we found an old abandoned orchard. Now we vow to pick apples once […]
The sun’s twin soul casts no morning shadow but hovers faintly over an alter ego of cloud ______Colleen Redman / Poets United / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
____Shadow Shot Sunday
1. After my mother’s wake, Joe and I went to the local pub for some fried clams and brew. I ran into some old school mates that I hadn’t seen since high school, and we ended up having a “who can best walk like Kevin Sheehan” (my old boyfriend) contest. Watch HERE. 2. At the […]
It’s my mother in me that couldn’t cry when I first heard she died and my father in me that finally broke down when I saw her It looked like she had one eye slightly open as if asserting her motherly omnipresence In life she didn’t miss a trick and she never liked to feel […]
______________Shadow Shot Sunday / Our World Tuesday
____________Shadow Shot Sunday
1. Joe was off on his latest trip less than 3 hours when he face-timed me from a cafe to show me his pimento cheese burger. 2. While face-timing, I saw his big brimmed hat on the table, “Now you have to carry that around in and out of airports. It may as well be […]
Mining for diamonds to fall in our laps pockets of light burning holes The planet spins a starry web in a dark quarry of sky where as above so below has us all striking gold as we pan with our eyes for the mother lode ____Colleen Redman / Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
Waiting for a meteorite to shoot across the sky is like waiting for a blind date to show up I’m alone in the dark in the middle of the yard And nothing happens And nothing happens It’s like waiting for a heart for my young friend on the transplant list knowing that someone will die […]
______Shadow Shot Sunday
