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
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 […]
