The sun plunges low Jets trail like tribal arrows Vultures circle like warriors and startled doves cry The moon meets the horizon like a sacred hoop rising Like a white buffalo omen Dreamcatcher of hope ________Colleen Redman / Poets United/ Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
A modest moonunder the thumb of nightis hemmed from viewlike a half slip of light __________Colleen Redman / Poets United
A dismembered head stricken with insomnia has to be carried by a weakened body An unfocused gaze sees two of everything Whose voice is in my mouth? What poison aches in me? Stripped of function I don’t know anything but this underlying truth and the cost of keeping it together Every thought […]
Whether its 4 agreements or 10 commandments I know the difference between right and wrong Whether it’s 4 and 20 blackbirds or 3 blind mice 12 steps or 3 strikes I don’t borrow words or follow crowds I don’t need to be told Whether it’s the yellow brick road or the long and winding one […]
Like a baseball player with warm-up tics I’ve been through all my favorite habits waiting for the pulse of a poem in play for the grip and crack of contact I’ve been in the dugout too long not even hoping for a home-run Now I’d settle for a foul with potential I’d welcome a walk to […]
The moon is like a celebrity that’s fashionably late arriving on the red-carpet of the sun’s fiery blaze ________Colleen Redman / Our World Tuesda / dVerse Poets Pub
Lime-green shamrock umbrellas Ireland loves me She loves me not She loves me I press them in journals like a monk preserving archives or twirl them like kilts on giggling girls In the name of the Mother the Sun and the Holy Wells Ireland is a green kite let go by the fairies Landed in […]
A silver horn plays a top note A pied piper’s call for the stars to come out _________Colleen Redman / Poets United
Cross my heart and hope to die The truth must heal from a virus of lies Must be rid of the apple that risks the bunch A blight at the root must be nipped by the bud We must sign the line and not break our word We must carry its honesty Let its wishes […]
A wise woman’s wilderness at the bottom of a cup rises like a lost continent to foretell the last sip It grins like a rainbow from a black scrying mirror Across my sunbathed reflection it bends to the future _______ Colleen Redman / Poets United / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Like a boiled egg with the top scooped out the moon is a shell of itself ____________Colleen Redman / Poets United
Time has saved me a seat and this rocker is where I landed as if transported from a classroom where I watch the clock waiting for the last bell to save me Now the look back is longer than the look forward is and I’m watching for a door onto a bright inspiration But the […]
You know it when you see it You hear it when you listen The meaning transcends the rhyme like the content of a person speaks louder than their looks Like the living heart can hear what the ears sometimes won’t and the soul clearly knows what the mind tends to doubt ___________Colleen Redman The Shape […]
At night I live in different houses and I’m never startled by how unrecognizable they are I live in one house during the day and carry a notebook to take down the proof I can’t see my own face only its reflection I make a living with poetic renderings and make myself at home Every […]
It starts out with so much potential I flip to the ones I like I start at the back and work my way to the middle then lose my place and wander in circles like poring through clothes at the Goodwill Thrift Shop and trying on the same ones twice ________Colleen Redman / Poets United / […]
Same lunch Same nap Same birds at the feeder Squeaky rocker in a drowsy noon Poured tea might as well be whiskey Head drops with the weight of thought I wake with a gasp and a stiff neck The couch is a lifeboat I manage to inflate The poem is a fish story that doesn’t […]
It holds a bucket list of poems that I’ve mostly given up on and handwritten directions to places I can’t pronounce Its empty pages are haunted with a family of unborn chances for people I’ve never met who only want to look at the pictures I don’t drive far from home and can barely read […]
A thumbprint of evidence in winter’s cold case The muse gives witness to the moon’s phased escape _________Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
