Loose Leaf Notes

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

Nursery room sky in a cold afternoon painted in pastels of rose and blue Anticipation of the darkest night and the hopeful heralding of new life ___________Colleen Redman_______Skywatch Friday

Liam Pat wore his hat all the way to the laundry mat The only time he took it off was when he went to the barber shop Liam Pat wore his hat seven days a week The only time he took it off was when he went to sleep Liam Pat wore his hat to […]

Well-endowed moon a sleepy slip of silk lowers its gown onto open armed limbs Branches like fingers hold its luminous  curve as it slowly reclines on the hush of horizon ________Colleen Redman_______dVerse Poets Pub

Poetry and the muse Sitting in a tree K-i-s-s-i-n-g First comes love Then inspiration Then comes a poem in a publication _______Colleen Redman___dVerse Poets Pub

  Poetry went to Woodstock It hitchhiked to Yasgur’s Farm Got an autograph from Mickey Hart But marched to its own drum Poetry drank Southern Comfort with Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix It evaded the draft Got a backstage pass went to college but flunked middle class _______Colleen Redman______dVerse Poets Pub Read another poem from […]

I’m pretty sure Jesus is a morning person that he wakes up in a good mood He denies he ever spoke personally to George Bush Maybe he spoke to Bob Dylan Jesus wears a bathrobe and reads the obituaries He has a long braid like Willie Nelson’s He drinks his tea black leaves the cap […]

Red roasted day Breeze spreads like butter Chimes celebrate fall’s feast of color Steeped in Indian summer sun shades of cinnamon honey and pumpkin Cardamom, cloves nutmeg and ginger turn up the flavor of fall’s spicy simmer ________Colleen Redman _______dVerse Poets Pub

Sweet potato, butternut Honey for our honey pot Pumpkin, beans and black walnuts Thanks to the harvest we’re all filled up! ___________dVerse Poets Pub_______video clip HERE.

Poetry comes with a warning You need a knife to open its lid It has a short shelf life and list of ingredients I don’t know how to pronounce Poetry is best taken daily and shouldn’t be stopped abruptly It shouldn’t be written while using heavy equipment No one is immune   __________Colleen Redman___________dVerse Poets […]

Morning clouds cling to its bony spine Smoke rings rise from its bowl A fire breathing yawn rolls out the sun burning a hole in the fog ___________Colleen Redman________dVerse Poets Pub

Poetry packs its bag It sleeps on a park bench It doesn’t post updates to Facebook It doesn’t need a GPS Poetry would never wear a crew cut It might dye its hair pink It practices what it preaches and talks to strangers on the street _________Colleen Redman________dVerse Poets Pub Read another in this series […]

I’m the woman who walks to the mailbox everyday whose life you imagine when you drive by and wave The one collecting sticks for kindling as she walks who stops composing poetry out loud when she sees you The homebody in house clothes with dirt smudged at the hips seen swinging her arms up over […]

A honey bowl of sun fills buttercups up spills over red clover in the height of midsummer Grasshoppers hopscotch Crickets crisscross Petal skirts flirt and bees do what they please In the last fling of summer bleeding hearts flutter Ladybugs hug and butterflies stutter Songbirds lament the last rush of lush while hummingbirds hover over […]

A honeycomb sun makes the afternoon golden Poured over the horizon it sweetens summer’s last days __________Colleen Redman_____dVerse Poets Pub

For A’Court 10/5/1957 – 8/17/2013 Every death is a pearl in a rosary of prayer And tonight you are the moon smiling at the center A trail of clouds has parted into rows of unbroken lines An I-Ching hexagram makes a bridge to cross The Way ____________Colleen Redman___dVerse Poets Pub Post notes:  The name of […]

  Poetry sets a record It has a little black book It keeps no pets only secrets It lies about its age Poetry doesn’t do taxes It watches PBS It makes pledges to NPR But never writes the check ________Colleen Redman_____dVerse Poets Pub Read the first in this series, The Work Week, HERE.

Poetry sleeps until noon It never uses an alarm It leaves crumbs when it eats in bed and only uses real butter Poetry goes out without make-up It’s rarely recognized It likes to people watch and ride on subways It’s lonely in a crowd Colleen Redman __________dVerse Poets Pub Read another poem from this series […]