The canaries in the mine are singing in January a swan song for scorched earth and an underwater future 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 […]
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 […]
It was shepherds pie and bangers and mash at the DOG (Duke of Gloucester) Street Tavern. We ran into St. Nick along the cobblestone streets and thanked him for spreading Christmas spirit. The British are coming! And we made friends with them. We were in town for the cause of poetry. I hung out with […]
Buddha moon laughed till its side split and all that was left was a smile __________Colleen Redman / Poets United
Writing on the wind Satisfying to the end Scattering the sum of parts Examining proof of concept I’m leaving my poet’s thumbprint Love letters to whom it concerns A royalty for stories With words that will outlive me I’m setting the record straight Even if it all blows away I’m testing my final testament I’m […]
The cows loud protest is punctuated by crows in a two-sided duel of complaint The birds hold their song in the noisy unrest where the sun’s steady shine is the one saving grace ___________Colleen Redman / dVerse Poets Pub
From a promising first impression to a string of false starts It’s always a blind date when sleep plays hard to get When sleep is a flirt that won’t commit I toss and turn and think too much I watch the clock for a second chance that elusive slumber that everyone wants Until morning comes […]
I heard your words pulled then sprung like water from the ground An undeniable stream of consciousness that can change everything in an instant You said, “I’m right here I’m not going anywhere I’ve been here for thirty years in case you haven’t noticed” I laughed out loud like a baby cries when it’s born […]
It’s easy to trip on the mess left behind that piles up like newspapers at a dead person’s door I can’t stand upright amid the unwanted boxes A single light bulb dangles Insulation is exposed It’s like the mind of the house where forgotten thoughts inhabit where outgrown interests are like star crossed sweethearts It’s […]
It’s just talking It’s just thinking then writing it down on paper I don’t know how to write a poem I don’t know what a poem is I always think the poem I’m working on is the last one I’ll ever write I have no idea like I know we all die but don’t know […]
Wrinkled with age Some cackle as they fall from broomstick branches on bony bare limbs outstretched like arms that could grab you __________Colleen Redman / Poets United
You separate the dark and light clothes I wash them all together I don’t scrape the carrots before I add them to soup We both don’t like talking on the phone When I wrote about you in my pink ponytail diary I called you “the bigshot” I was ten and lovesick and wanted a baby-sitting […]
One by one, the monarchs are passing like hikers on the Appalachian Trail Like tourists waving goodbye to admirers on their way to the next town They fly by like models down a runway flashing their high fashion style In a fall show marking summer’s close they sail the wild blue as they go __________Colleen […]
