The sun plunges low Jets trail like tribal arrows Vultures circle like warriors and startled doves cry The moon meets the horizon like a sacred hoop rising Like a white buffalo omen Dreamcatcher of hope ________Colleen Redman / Poets United/ Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
A modest moonunder the thumb of nightis hemmed from viewlike a half slip of light __________Colleen Redman / Poets United
A dismembered head stricken with insomnia has to be carried by a weakened body An unfocused gaze sees two of everything Whose voice is in my mouth? What poison aches in me? Stripped of function I don’t know anything but this underlying truth and the cost of keeping it together Every thought […]
Whether its 4 agreements or 10 commandments I know the difference between right and wrong Whether it’s 4 and 20 blackbirds or 3 blind mice 12 steps or 3 strikes I don’t borrow words or follow crowds I don’t need to be told Whether it’s the yellow brick road or the long and winding one […]
Like a baseball player with warm-up tics I’ve been through all my favorite habits waiting for the pulse of a poem in play for the grip and crack of its contact I’ve been in the dugout too long and don’t expect a home-run I’d settle for a foul with potential I’d welcome a walk to […]
The moon is like a celebrity that’s fashionably late arriving on the red-carpet of the sun’s fiery blaze ________Colleen Redman / Our World Tuesda / dVerse Poets Pub
Lime-green shamrock umbrellas Ireland loves me She loves me not She loves me I press them in journals like a monk preserving archives or twirl them like kilts on giggling girls In the name of the Mother the Sun and the Holy Wells Ireland is a green kite let go by the fairies Landed in […]
A silver horn plays top note pied piper’s call for the stars to come out _________Colleen Redman / Poets United
Cross my heart and hope to die The truth must heal from a virus of lies Must be rid of the apple that risks the bunch A blight at the root must be nipped by the bud We must sign the line and not break our word We must carry its honesty Let its wishes […]
A wise woman’s wilderness at the bottom of a cup rises like a lost continent that foretells the last sip It grins like a rainbow from a black scrying mirror Across my sunbathed reflection it bends to the future _______ Colleen Redman / Poets United / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Like a boiled egg with the top scooped out the moon is a shell of itself ____________Colleen Redman / Poets United
Time has saved me a seat and this rocker is where I landed as if transported from a classroom where I watch the clock waiting for the last bell to save me Now the look back is longer than the look forward is and I’m watching for a door onto a bright inspiration But the […]
