"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman

Morning Musings

 

Late Fee

Like an unpaid bill
I’ll dig deep to pay
The empty page
is a final notice

 

Enticement

Multi-flora rose hovers
like an overprotective mother
It fills the yard with a thorny love
with a fragrance that belies
its encroachment

 

Unconditional Love

I love the red cardinal
but not its behavior
Like a child in tantrum
it throws itself
against my window reflection
I call time out

 

Morning Poet

I gather ingredients
before I cook
Like a humming bird, I flit
from one untried recipe
to tools of the trade
as if I was building a nest

_______Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United

8 Responses | Add your Own

  • 1 debi:

    What a busy and productive morning you’ve had. I like them all but esp love the last one.

  • 2 Rosemary Nissen-Wade:

    I love each one of these musings.

  • 3 alan:

    Great writing – each one a little gem

  • 4 Helen:

    I love your small poems!! Laughing at the antics of the cardinal, how you perform in the kitchen.

  • 5 J Cosmo Newbery:

    The empty page
    is a final notice

    I like that.

  • 6 Jim:

    I eat half a granola bar
    for breakfast come every morning
    Dividing the whole with my wife
    Coffee’s fresh from the drip machine
    about only thing I can smell
    There’s no taste, Covid-ruined too
    ..

  • 7 Rommy:

    These wee observations are so lovely! I had a giggle at the cardinal one, because I have often observed some wild bird behavior when walking through my neighborhood.

  • 8 Sara McNulty:

    Each of these is wonderful, Colleen. they can easily stand alone or join together.

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