Loose Leaf Notes

Cauldron of light circle cast bright bewitches the night with a coven of stars ______Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

The moon is slipping away Every year two inches further Giving the earth the cold shoulder Making each day a little longer Every year the earth grows heavier with the weight of space debris with the loss of gravitational pull and the moon’s close affection Like star crossed lovers who’ve been taken for granted who’ve […]

Or the dreams where you show up I’m worried and ask “Does this ever happen to you?” But I never remember your answer Lately we’ve been cooking together in kitchens I don’t recognize In one you used the only pan to cook bacon when I wanted to scramble eggs My grandson waited at the table […]

A cool salve of moon to soothe the day’s fever is a night medicinal in a glass open jar is a lip gloss of light to soften rough edges to kiss goodnight the last of the day _____Colleen Redman / Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

A crescent canoe has fallen from the moon Now it floats like a thought down an unknown path Like a needle threading myth in a river of purpose It shines like an arrow in the quiet darkness   –  Floydfest On the Water Blue Moon Midnight Float / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

“You’re not old enough to be in that poem” I told my poet friend Ron who wrote the self-appraised line “52 year-old meat, hairy, leaning on my last leg” Then I remembered the Turnpike Cars under the Roller Coaster at Paragon Park “You’re not big enough to go on that ride” I was told the […]

Low cut moon flaunting fullness Everyone’s favorite sky centerfold _________   Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads  

Curved bow of light in the romance of night Shooting stars carry torches Affections burn bright ________Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Sometimes I give myself a poemwork assignment to fill an empty notebook page I hunker down with pen in hand imagining that I’ll see poetry the way I see hidden pictures in 3D art when I take my gaze off the obvious When I trust that a poem already exists just below the surface and […]

How long has Rip Van Winkle been sleeping been drunk on a drenched blue sky? When did he succumb to the perfumed rich air fall drowsy into dreams lulled by birdsong? It must have started on May Day Maybe there was wine involved with sun-warmed glasses clinking bocci balls colliding and the world driving by […]

I’ve written this poem before It’s like a movie I saw long ago that I can’t remember the end to There’s a worn pathway that’s easy to find but there’s also amnesia and I can’t take my eyes off the point of remembering as it is happening again I flip TV channels while the monarch […]

A folded snip of moon opens like a swan swimming slowly solo across a paper blue morning ______Colleen Redman /  Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads