I think of every part of life as a developmental stage. We learn to walk and talk. We develop attachments and a conscience. We are attracted to others, try new things, do work that we love and hope to be recognized. It all goes according to some unspoken schedule and with every stage we can […]
The moon trances on a balcony of branches a late-night caller attracting admirers Like moths to a flame drawn to its serenade we’re wooed by the moon’s gravitational ways __________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
Our bodies are like maps on dog-eared pages marked by old haunts across sun freckled flesh Stretched with furrowed plots down travel-logged paths where bones bend like branches under the weight of fruitful days Our bodies wane translucent Our veins bulge blue Sharp edges soften and thoughts slow with overuse Until our view turns inward […]
You like to rhyme time and make it seem natural You make the best of chaos and acknowledge denial You leave your will and testament with every written poem You read newspaper obituaries as if looking for your next home room You hurt your knees scrubbing kitchen floors You gave up praying on them years […]
I like to rhyme but not on cue I like a relationship of lyrics that are interchangeable And poems like make-up that no one knows you’re wearing Aged like wine and honey poured from the psyche I like stand-out stanzas that hold up without a prop and words that show up where you least expect […]
1. Lifted mood Night light soothes Orbits like a mobile in a baby’s nursery room 2. Escaped petal Floats away in daylight Will not be pressed by summer’s end ________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
Yesterday I googled “Drop off the face of the earth” and worried the FBI could be watching I wanted to pay up whatever was due but couldn’t afford forever stamps I learned that empyreal is a real word that means the highest part of heaven It speaks to the quantum reality that emptiness and matter […]
The words are buried in the Dollar Store journal where grief and relief exist together Where salt and sugar both have their place and hurt deeply felt is a path out The imposing closed cover Is dark but not locked the final page is saved for lessons learned and changes made _______Colleen Redman / Poets […]
I don’t have the balm of little children I don’t have an island to go to I can’t hunt or lift heavy loads I won’t drive on I-95 I don’t have a garden that doesn’t die that isn’t choked out by weeds at the end of every season I don’t have a brown paper bag […]
Squirrels drop nuts on the woodshed’s tin roof as if dotting exclamations for your Virgo birthday Butterflies land on zinnias while spiders start their webs spinning quiet rhythms for the changing of seasons And we are girls passing notes that have grown into poems We are mothers in rocking chairs holding loved memories close Some […]
X marks the spot of exaggerated thoughts and a plural of cells that float outside my body I hid under the bed seeking the darkness not wanting to be seen at four-years-old The tomb is a womb I know I’ll return to I’ll scratch poetry on the walls like a cave-dweller marks the maze of […]
A poem is a dream that’s willed into being A dream just shows up and writes itself When dreams are absent a poem can be imagined When pens are inkless a dream spells it out Both emerge from the subconscious A poem takes some coaxing A dream is unsigned They both break barriers revealing the […]
