Open Slowly
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
November 22nd, 2020 4:59 am
A lovely collection of poetry metaphors, Colleen. I especially love ’A Van Gogh gold mother lode / turned starry night’.
November 22nd, 2020 5:32 am
Indeed it is all of those wondrous things – but I needed you to tell me so. I love the last two lines best of all. (How lovely when a dream is truth.)
November 22nd, 2020 8:47 am
A strong reflective piece, CR; I esp liked final stanza’s opening 2 lines…
November 22nd, 2020 8:47 am
A strong reflective piece, CR; I esp liked final stanza’s opening 2 lines…
November 22nd, 2020 9:00 am
Van Gogh gold mother lode – I love that. Once I actually had a letter returned to me. I didn’t read where it came from even though I noticed it looked familiar. When I opened it, I found myself chuckling. It was funny. I enjoyed finding out what I wrote to someone. Probably a perk of those days when copies were not readily available yet.
November 22nd, 2020 9:47 am
You’ve delivered a beautiful dream letter to me this morning, and I’m opening it slowly, letting my eyes caress every starry word. Thanks, Colleen!
November 22nd, 2020 12:13 pm
Daydreaming in the passenger seat, watching the entire world (at least the part that’s illuminated)…this poem gives a lovely sense of motion and discovery.
November 22nd, 2020 3:36 pm
I enjoyed this more than I can adequately express. A huge sigh of contentment coming your way from Bend Oregon.
November 22nd, 2020 4:19 pm
I like the second verse the best. I think it captures the way poems can shift depending on the way you approach the viewing.
November 22nd, 2020 5:11 pm
Your knack for stringing words together is marvelous. “tied together with a strand of moon” is one that stands out for me in this one. Well penned.
November 22nd, 2020 5:51 pm
I like this so much. Your poem describes poetry so perfectly – something to be anticipated, slowly received, made of dreams and truths.
November 25th, 2020 1:44 am
Loved this. Beautiful words.
Writing and receiving letters used to be so beautiful. Miss those days. 🙂