Time doesn’t argue It doesn’t stand still Slowly it rages or politely appeases It saves itself for a rainy day It ticks and slips and wakes lucid in dreams It’s on our side, they say Time doesn’t heal It only hurts slightly It drips like a slow leak but pours in the end Time wears […]
Buddha moon Happy glow A Lotus pose for the mindful ___________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
I want to write a poem about cicadas how they bore through the ground like the living dead How they rise like zombies in a séance gone wrong and drop their skin like the snakes of Eden I want to write a poem about cicadas how they fly blind as bats and hum like a […]
A poem is like the sun that you can only take in doses that you can’t look at directly or force to shine It’s a gold star charm A bright idea to follow Flashing rainbows and casting shadows as its good luck comes and goes _________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
Hold on tight to its rocky boat when the world is spinning out of control All hands on deck to make a careful twist Not too far right Not too far left __________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
The moon lifts its skirt revealing its half-slip a luminous wisp night’s borrowed blue secrets ___________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
We got what we asked for Unscheduled lives Day after day No place like home where the introverts suffer their isolation Retirees revisit and the ailing hole up To the tick of a clock and the slant of light where artists paint their hanging hats while a homebody’s plans gather dust and the gold of […]
Writing a poem It’s like doing a crossword puzzle I’ve made some good connections but there are also empty spaces that I might be able to fill if I just plug away if a lucky break outweighs the urge for giving up if I don’t flip back to the last pages to see the predetermined […]
The moon’s nourishing light is a night staple like food on the table the first phase is set _______Colleen Redman
A beachcomber’s drift is a writer’s last resort when you’re ghosted by a poem you almost wrote When you lost your pick swallowed by salt water when the breakers take you under and sweep the shore clean But soon you start again with a second fiddle poem the ocean in a shell listening to itself […]
Sun or shade sandpiper ballet sandbox spa seagulls caw happy clams make tidal plans dolphins cruise the salty blue _______Our World Tuesday
It’s slow going with my house on my back like our Palomino truck camper with the windows loosely latched I’m headed to the beach Not the one from my childhood but the closest one I can find I hear the crunch of driveway gravel and feel the threat of oblivious drivers who justify the means […]
