Poets write about the pandemic but rarely about the four years we endured being told not to believe our eyes living under a lockdown of truth Poets don’t wax poetic about the assault on credibility, decency and the rule of law They don’t write verses about the virus of violence or the super spreader leader […]
Bright sustenance Soul nourishment A full serving Feast your eyes __________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
I don’t remember the way to the first mall in the South Shore to the first McDonalds in Weymouth or the drive-in movie on Route 3A But I remember the footpath through the Japanese knotweed that we called rhubarb and ate with sugar behind the old Coast Guard Station on the way to a friend’s […]
When poetry becomes dictation it’s like having an imaginary friend that no one (but you) believes in and no one wants to meet When poetry becomes a distraction it’s like holding your ear to the moon and listening for the ocean where everyone knows the sky should be ______Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
It takes years of prep for the magic trick of being here one minute and gone the next Death is as strange as being sawed in half One day your parachute won’t open Or your shoulders won’t work and on the way down you’ll ask Who was it for? What was it worth? Was it […]
It all comes down to facecloths and underwear I have to wash to black and white thread you can stitch anything with and a blue hen’s egg in the laying box It all comes down to which flowers are in bloom the size of the moon and what to make for lunch to what dreams […]
Cash in your gold Don’t just spin it Don’t reinvent the wheel Don’t spoon-feed words into someone else’s mouth Don’t walk a mile in stolen shoes Hide a rhyme Wear a beret Meet the muse at the last minute Don’t wait for the U to use the Q Don’t take shortcuts or use your notebook […]
Girdled moon Cinched crescent Loosens the tight fit of its growing luminescence _________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
-It takes time in the darkroom to bring into focus the meaning we’ve made of our lives Imprinted stills Proof of life Picked up at the corners and held to the light A body of work made of muscle and flesh A lost art developed from a landmarked distance We hid them to protect them […]
“I never found a 4-leaf clover” she told a lover in a dream then repeated it to me and I heard it as an epitaph her essence cast in stone I imagined that I pressed one into her frail open hand the one from my brother Danny’s wallet that I took from his apartment when […]
From brim to brim the moon is smiling a Buddha blessing Bursting at the seams _______________________Poets and Storytellers United
-January 2021 The day the world fell apart it thawed and violently dropped It snapped and crashed in chunks and loudly broke its wholeness Truth clung like polar bears trying to survive on floating sidewalks with tell-tale cracks While the drone of lies hummed like a generator that we hoped would run out of gas […]
