Are poems like eggs? Do I only have so many? Am I born with all the poems I’ll ever write inside me? While new ideas swirl like a million unborn secrets Conceived but not delivered they tease but don’t get written ________________Colleen Redman / Poets United / Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
The cowbirds crowd out the flock But catbirds sing in spite of that Beautiful solos that need no accompaniment Blank-checked tickets to all that is timeless They track the route back to my youth where the world was laid before me With their heralding of peace and maps of migration they return again like angels […]
I pour through every picture like an eye-witness at a line-up Ruling out the usual suspects Looking for proof of concept The winners mix with losers and all start to look alike They pile up like cold cases forgotten files on desktops that don’t do the world justice __________Colleen Redman / Poets United / Imaginary Gardens […]
Time to weed the poem to plant a row of words to turn the phrases that bloom the colors to follow the root to the source of truth for the sustenance of the soul _____Colleen Redman / Poets United
It was actually the Fairmount “Four” because one poet didn’t make it. I read as a featured poet, along with Sean Bowers, James Bane and Taz Waysweete at the bi-monthly poetry salon, held in the Norfolk home of poets Jack Callan and Judith Stevens. It was Mother’s Day and some of themes revolved around that, […]
I’ve been spending my mortality like rolling dice hoping for sixes but getting twos I’ve been present to my absence guarded by my silence You can’t even spot me walking to the mailbox Like a bird losing habitat I sing less and listen more I’m my father’s homebody and my mother’s skeptic floating through days […]
Honeymoon pink Spring popped the question Consummated the engagement for the promise of fruit _____Colleen Redman / Poets United
It starts with a C followed by an O U turns to D and ends up a zero __________Colleen Redman /Poets United
It dangles like a hangnail that hurts to write Brushes like a mystery up against me Like a thread through a needle stopped by a knot It pulls me like a craving for what I can’t live without ________Colleen Redman / Poets United
I left the dream to finish the poem Now the dream has dissolved like a memory that was stolen like a lesson that wasn’t learned like a life returned to dust ________Colleen Redman / Poets United
Sorrow is a beautiful country where you meet your destiny or the love of your life But you won’t know its hidden fullness if you don’t speak its underlying language or trust in the lay of its land Because its depth is as far as its width and its jewel is disguised by darkness You […]
Last ember of night unshaken by storm A warm and enduring kindle for dawn ________Colleen Redman / Poet United
I keep having to count and recount How many are we now? The math equals orphans like laundry on a line with no clothespins to hold us Now I am the oldest but 3rd in the line and separated by one from the other five Divided by death times who we miss we remain unsolvable […]
The sky is the theater of the beach Every day is a new world that hasn’t been seen Every royal glimmer of sun that shimmers the shore is a boundless wealth won by everyone While clouds shift like scenes from an unfolding story time fills and empties wave after wave washing away every yesterday __________Colleen […]
Sun dried and eager heralds of spring A standing ovation of light overflowing _______Colleen Redman / Shadow Shot Sunday
Like a purple flock of drenched finches early blooming crocus hold tight to secrets _____Part 2 HERE /_____________Colleen Redman / Poets United
You can’t know when you’re young that some choices are made only once That lived moments recalled can’t live up to their originals They’re like copies of copies of copies with details that blur over time With pages that slip out of order So we stick to the stories we’ve memorized Fine print is an […]
I saw our mother’s face on another woman everything but the eyes as if she was recycled for spare parts as if she had a sister we didn’t know I saw you in a dream living fine without me as if your death was a one-sided loss as if the small place where we drifted […]
