I don’t take a pill for depression because I’m still waiting for its lesson I’m in the front row with my hand raised knowing the question and answer are the same I don’t bring an apple or a butter knife to cut it I’ve given up my preoccupation with boys Now I think about which […]
In April I calculate poetry the way others do their taxes as though the world was overdue for a good accounting Bursting to put into words what the birds already know with each emerging daffodil I mark spring’s growing windfall Its affluent bloom and excess of green are annual assets we all get to claim […]
Trapeze moon swings without a net slides the pitch of night’s wide stretch _________Colleen Redman______Open Link Monday/Real Toads
I woke up wanting to see the crane migration in Nebraska or at least an ostrich in the zoo Clouds swept past my window like a clock unwinding like the ghosts of lost loved-ones departing I woke up imagining that I knew the names of birds posed in the treetops waiting to be photographed The […]
The dream of the animal stuck on my head The dream of the woman giving me the finger The dream in which I yell to her “that’s a load of crap” and the one where I call your name out loud and it wakes us both up The dream about dog trainings on how not […]
Beaming beauty Maiden moon From crescent bud to fully bloomed Thorn tipped rose white flower of night courts the sky with its blossom of light ____________Colleen Redman______dVerse Poets Pub
If you are sincere about your work, you won’t know how to do it at times. – David Whyte, poet The broody hen sleeps through sunrise She keeps herself apart from the flock She stubbornly sits like a contemplating poet like a Buddha denouncing possessions Dreaming of worms that won’t wriggle away and mourning the […]
Melting slice of moon ice Poured cocktail spilling light Big dipper of stars toasting the night life The moon is tipsy tonight ________Colleen Redman________dVerse Poets Pub
At first glance one looks like the other but each is unique And the pattern they make is the allure of the story and the body we cling to Some are held dear Others hang by a thread Still others are tightened by knots that must be untangled in the end Or chewed off […]
There’s a danger in looking too long so I close my eyes I let the sun start a fire on my lids turn from magenta to bright red I imagine it making a freckle or dropping a spark of inspiration If I sit long enough in its glow it might illuminate a truth I […]
What happens to the poem after the climax? When you have to re-create the romance? When you have to gamble the progress already made? Invite strangers into your innermost space? What happens to the poem that rolls over and goes to sleep? The pretty face that’s gone in the morning? What about the poem […]
On a lazy Sunday made for folksingers for beatniks and people that read Carl Sagan I’m fishing for lines in Pandora’s box A pink i-Pod set on Cupid’s station I’m looking for wells to throw pennies into or take them out I’m waiting for the part where the harmonica breaks in and Leonard Cohen […]
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length. – Robert Frost I’m suspicious of the word happy maybe because I think of it as being preceded by slap and I don’t think it can last It reminds me of jolly which rhymes with folly makes me think of giddy which I think […]
I try to time the toasting of the morning sprouted bagel so that the butter doesn’t melt before the eggs are boiled The tea should still be hot before the eggs have cooled down before their gold is spread like wealth on the new day’s wheel of fortune A pen should be nearby and notebook […]
Every day is a wish on a lit candle that we have to blow out in the end Every star that flickers in a dark night burns on faith during the day
Like cracking the husk of a black walnut to get to the meat Food for the winter with the edge of a hammer I’m stained with poem making I’m hungry for more ________________Colleen Redman
Laidback moon Basking in black A night sunbather that burns in the dark ______________Colleen Redman______dVerse Poets Pub
Perpetual flame from ember to blaze A damped down light fires up bright in the belly of a cast iron night _________Colleen Redman_____dVerse Poets Pub
