We made it to the big sandbox where the sand is too hot to walk on without flip flops, where young architects make castles with moats and beach goers plant umbrellas like astronauts plant flags on the moon. In the sandbox you spread your blanket out and set up your chair next to the lifeguard stand. You watch the lifeguards […]
The birds are back checking out the real estate a high-rise nest on my porch rafter A one room shelter inaccessible to cats with southern exposure and a landing deck Left empty last year by its previous owners who followed the flock down the Atlantic flyway to check out condos or live in trees to […]
It’s too late for Woodstock but not for that leopard-skin pillbox-hat the one Bob Dylan made fun of and Jackie O passed over for pink It’s too late for a star on Hollywood Boulevard to walk the red carpet or become a Jungian psychologist It’s probably too late to hike the Camino but not to […]
These are the days soon to be “the good old days” even though I considered them old when I lived them With my sons grown and life’s commitments slowed I blink through clouds of golden pollen bringing post nasal drip and fuzzy thoughts that don’t feel like mine These are the spring days of no […]
It’s a lament for a lack of inspiration that doesn’t have a beginning or a meaningful ending It’s a an exercise in practice because a poet should have a poem should have a good pick-up line that’s more than a bluff in sickness and in health A poet needs a back-up poem ready like a […]
Bride white moon down an aisle of night A reception line of stars sweeps her train of sheer light _________Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
I’m nostalgic for pens like the one that wrote purple when I kept a note going to my girlfriend all week When I wrote cursive in high school about a boy named Richard Dear Diary, my brother is a jerk I’m nostalgic for pencils that erased mistakes that were chewed on in math class and […]
A few kidnapped words are holding me hostage My body is a room a poem must escape from But words are suspect like clues left unheard And the longer they wait to make their break the less recognizable sense they make _____Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Teacup moon holds a dark brew Tipped then sipped from full to new Generously poured and light infused A savored moon is divinely restored ____Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads / Check out my featured interview, Life of a Poet, at Poets United HERE.
To put my life on hold is to also savor it What I try to avoid becomes all the more present Time passes slowly when we play dead vicariously Like a backfire kick from a over-watched clock I mark the minutes like a mantra for a countdown to the future I measure words by the […]
Ready or not the moon won’t give up It turns on its side and slips down behind clouds drawn like drapes in a hide-and-seek sky ____Colleen Redman / Poets United / Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
The juncos stand precariously on snow They can’t feel the ground beneath them Their black bodies hop like clipped silhouettes as if they floated to the top from the underworld How long will I live in a house of rooms fretting that that power will go out? Counting the days between my sister’s death and […]
