They wagged the dog that ate Hunter Biden’s laptop Rudy’s vote fraud affidavits and the stacks of papers to show Trump’s divested business that were reported to be blank They wagged the dog that ate Trump’s IRS audit Hillary’s emails and the fat book McEnany gave to Stahl that was supposed to show Trump’s health […]
Poetry is a reverse psychology A Van Gogh gold mother lode turned starry night Read from a mirror in a rear view Tied together with a strand of moon It’s a lost and found letter returned to its sender Dream delivered Truth unsealed _______Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
Time doesn’t argue It doesn’t stand still Slowly it rages or politely appeases It saves itself for a rainy day It ticks and slips and wakes lucid in dreams It’s on our side, they say Time doesn’t heal It only hurts slightly It drips like a slow leak but pours in the end Time wears […]
Buddha moon Happy glow A Lotus pose for the mindful ___________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
I want to write a poem about cicadas how they bore through the ground like the living dead How they rise like zombies in a séance gone wrong and drop their skin like the snakes of Eden I want to write a poem about cicadas how they fly blind as bats and hum like a […]
A poem is like the sun that you can only take in doses that you can’t look at directly or force to shine It’s a gold star charm A bright idea to follow Flashing rainbows and casting shadows as its good luck comes and goes _________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
Hold on tight to its rocky boat when the world is spinning out of control All hands on deck to make a careful twist Not too far right Not too far left __________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
The moon lifts its skirt revealing its half-slip a luminous wisp of night’s borrowed blue secrets ___________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
We got what we asked for Unscheduled lives Day after day No place like home where the introverts suffer their isolation Retirees revisit and the ailing hole up To the tick of a clock and the slant of light where artists paint their hanging hats while a homebody’s plans gather dust and the gold of […]
Writing a poem It’s like doing a crossword puzzle I’ve made some good connections but there are also empty spaces that I might be able to fill if I just plug away if a lucky break outweighs the urge for giving up if I don’t flip back to the last pages to see the predetermined […]
The moon’s nourishing light is a night staple like food on the table the first phase is set _______Colleen Redman
A beachcomber’s drift is a writer’s last resort when you’re ghosted by a poem you almost wrote When you lost your pick swallowed by salt water when the breakers take you under and sweep the shore clean But soon you start again with a second fiddle poem the ocean in a shell listening to itself […]
