Writing poetry is like waiting for a bus without a schedule or a designated stop You bought a ticket but don’t know to where You hope you’ll know it when you see it Sometimes you have to run for it or take one to get to another Once you’re on board you have to trust […]
Slight of light Ray of fate embraces the pale glow of the moon’s dark weight __________Colleen Redman / Poets United and Storytellers United
Our hands are not concealed weapons passing the cooties we feared as children Let smiles be the contagion Be touched by love Spread goodwill and let it go viral __________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
People, places and things of the past ring silently true in the present They glow like the ghosts of an afterlife and float wherever they will They’re as real as the ground that I walk on with nothing to hold as it spins They echo and ripple and shift out of place in the background […]
Then came the golden finch to cinch the coming of Spring to turn on the bulbs and ring in the bells that wake the dormant daffodils __________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
Take the cover off the dull buzz of words held captive in jars with no breathing holes Bury their carcasses Let them grow back green Set free the drone of repetition Don’t degrade the living with lie Don’t lose the chance to turn language into verse to pollinate the truth into flower chain conversations When […]
I sit in silence hands poised on keys with no set routine to guide me waiting for the click of imagination to move through fingertips looking with squinted eyes for what isn’t seen or spoken I stretch the range of combinations to see what can be opened to break the pose to hold the balance […]
I dreamt that death was a bus ride a long loop of a familiar route and that love was a daisy chain held dear to the body I left my luggage in the village hangout where I played pinball in the ‘60s I left my sons’ baby clothes in a lock box If I have […]
You were talkative in last night’s dream but I don’t remember what you said about everyday stuff I wanted to tell you how I dropped down into a seabed of consciousness that I knew wasn’t mine There was no water No language or borders It wasn’t benevolent or malevolent but a source It just was […]
When there are no golden parachutes no safe place to land them When the arsonists hold the matches that hold us all hostage adding fuel to burning bridges while the whole world catches a Midas curse for the love of money that’s reduced to kindling and fanning flames ______Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
Daddy left me a magnifying glass to read life’s fine print He watches birds from up on high in apple blossom time Mommy left me a bread knife an everyday tool that never dulls She kneels in her garden in the sun without a hat watching her seedlings grow up _________Colleen Redman / Poets and […]
The canaries in the mine are singing in January a swan song for scorched earth and melting glaciers The buds have opened their eyes only to have them poked out Migrating flocks are flying in circles while bears in caves are having bad dreams There is no magic pill for a beanstalk escape no way […]
The moon shines outside the box With a genius of light it gets through to the dark ______________Colleen Redman / Read “A Hopeful Crescent,” another recent moon poem HERE. / Poets and Storytellers United
The little girl on Spring Street wore over-sized boy’s clothes With none of her own she pretended to sleep so her aunt who carried her wouldn’t put her down She learned to like red spaghetti and ride the Red Mill at Paragon Park She might have had ice cream and joined the circus but wasn’t […]
A hopeful crescent blooms luminescent With destined presence a New Year shines ___________Colleen Redman
The light trickles back through the skinny-waisted squeeze of winter’s hourglass grip From a luscious scoop of moon at the milky way counter the stars have spilled over in an icy cold night A silver blade in a dark ice capade cuts a luminescent figure It rolls across the sky growing in size an icy […]
A popular hit with an unforgettable hook The moon tops the charts with a star-studded playlist ________Colleen Redman / Poets United
Jack Callan is a prolific ekphrastic poet who put together Points of Agreement, an ensemble poetry program for the Society of Virginia’s First Saturday Series, a Christmas reading at the Ford Colony Country Club in Colonial Williamsburg. Jack, who is the co-founder of The Little River Poetry Festival in Floyd, wrote a poem the night […]
