The Blind Date
I carry my pen
like a lonely heart
ready for a love letter
ready to be won over
and swept off my feet
by the desire to meet
the poem of my dreams
___________Colleen Redman / Read Part I The Break-up HERE.
"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
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April 8th, 2022 12:10 am
the poem of my dreams… have thought of that often… it is there, but not yet ready to reveal itself…I know it is there though…either I am waiting or it is…!!
April 8th, 2022 12:53 am
Oh, you romantic! (Me too.) Such a delicious way of describing this hopeful, expectant, and sometimes desperate state.
April 8th, 2022 8:03 am
I think you actually found it in this love-struck little poem. 🙂
April 8th, 2022 9:07 pm
I’ll take the poem of my dreams … with a side of sophisticated, fascinating gentleman. Close to my age. please.
April 9th, 2022 8:14 am
This made me smile. LOL, I love how you captured the hopefulness (and the thread of trepidation) of starting a new writing project.
April 9th, 2022 12:52 pm
I simply love this one. It’s exactly the way I feel about finding the perfect story, the one I’ve been waiting for, the one… It is good to keep pen and heart at the ready.
April 9th, 2022 9:11 pm
it is every poet’s desire to meet the poem of his/her dreams. And better have a pen and notebook ready. 🙂
April 16th, 2022 4:06 pm
Yes, that perfect poem. So elusive.
Love this, Colleen!