Loose Leaf Notes

Capsized moon stranded in a sea of blue floats like a buoy to the shore from the deep end of the day   _____________Colleen Redman____  More dVerse poets sharing an open link pub HERE.

  I try not to put demands on the day or dictate my thoughts   I don’t want the first thing I remember to be the last thing I worried about last night   I make a choice to wake up or fall back to sleep   Fragmented dreams offer no depth of meaning to [...]

The moon smokes clouds by the sun’s stricken match Stars rush like sparks from her moody bowl of ash   Some say the sun is vain to admire its own reflection at the moon’s nightstand table for so long ________________________ ~ More dVerse poets sharing HERE.

  The woodstove howls like a banshee for the copperhead I killed in the fall when it crawled from my dream into my kitchen and laid at the threshold of girl and crone   The washing machine hums like a bard spins the tale of a black bear intruder that left paw prints in my [...]

Sterling paddle dips through a veil of smoky mist a long legged crane sips _________________________ More dVerse poets at the Open Link Pub HERE.

  A clock is a man-made orbit that paces it’s own cage It’s round like a planet made in its image a mechanical nightingale of gilded numbers   Alarm sounding Money counting Score keeping Beeping blinking Meter ticking Rat racing Fast pacing Yo yo yanking   Bomb In   every   single   home It’s ticking………… Like an [...]

Focused attention Deep cultivation Every word is a seed to be planted __________________ The image above is of part of a collage box made for me by my Asheville Potter Son Josh and features a photo of me on a stairwell in Ireland at the center.  You can see a small sampling of Josh’s collage [...]

  Mother of pearl button of moon in a baby blue coat of sky   ~ More dVerse poetry HERE.

  Natal is fatal Finish is final A great undertaking Breaking the death barrier has an emotional G-force Beliefs crash down We all hold on   Then eventually let go   ~ Written in 1999 after my friend Ise died and currently printed in the November Museletter. More dVerse poets HERE.

  Gypsy hoop dangling in a sky piercing Dagger of orange cuts a black cloak of night ________________________ ~ Colleen Redman More dVerse poets HERE.

My soul is like a goldfish that wants to be seen but doesn’t like attention  ________________ The ocean is too big the fishbowl too small I’m afraid to be abandoned but want to be alone _________________  In a dream I grow legs carry the fishbowl outside where sunlight swallows shadows and  happy cats chase sparrows [...]

If you are quiet be loud If you are loud be quiet Don’t laugh if you don’t get the joke Don’t cheat Wear red If you are generous be frugal If you are frugal be generous Give away all your ill fitting clothing Give up your place in line It’s okay to ask for directions [...]

________________ Sometimes I get nostalgic for my pink suede bell bottom pants and the maroon Indian print bag with the mirrors on it or the gypsy scarf that I wore as a shawl and sold at a yard sale in Texas because we had to stuff everything we owned into one U-haul trailer when we moved [...]

________________ I shop for words as though the dictionary was a catalog of women’s clothes or shoes ________________ As though the folded over corners of favorite words on pages were the edited alliterations of hemmed skirts _______________ Browsing for the uncommon I pin down a suitable meaning unfold a matching pattern for a  custom-made fit [...]

Global Warming is hell to pay for the greedy business of self interest And constant economic growth is like a forest fire that some don’t want to put out ________________ Hell, lets just burn the whole place down and collect the insurance money Let’s buy up some stock in the funeral business Let’s pop a [...]

Moon hangs like a tack holding up the dark waiting to reveal heaven’s first act in a theater of late night drama ________________ ~ Colleen Redman

________________ My husband has tools for digging potatoes but I like to use my hands _______________ Reaching down deep into the musty dark soil mounded up like swollen bellies _______________ I feel around for the curve of their bodies wiggle them loose like teeth __________________ Born into my hand without the sharp edge of a [...]

_______________ When the second shoe drops where the dirt was swept under in the childhood home that burned to ground will it make a sound? ________________ Will you hold your hands over your ears? Or hold your breath until someone listens? ________________ If the shoe doesn’t fit how long will you wear it before you [...]