Loose Leaf Notes

It’s a June moon suspended in the sky waiting for a poet’s push to swing it

May birthday bathing suit launches a girl’s giddy glee that crashes with the cruel news that it’s too cold for the beach _________Real Toads Open Link

  A single strand of moon Loose curl of light First silver hair in a shock of dark night   ________Colleen Redman____Imaginary Garden with Real  Toads

I don’t take a pill for depression because I’m still waiting for its lesson I’m in the front row with my hand raised knowing the question and answer are the same I don’t bring an apple or a butter knife to cut it I’ve given up my preoccupation with boys Now I think about which […]

In April I calculate poetry the way others do their taxes as though the world was overdue for a good accounting Bursting to put into words what the birds already know with each emerging daffodil I mark spring’s growing windfall Its affluent bloom and excess of green are annual assets we all get to claim […]

Trapeze moon swings without a net slides the steep pitch of night’s wide stretch _________Colleen Redman______Open Link Monday/Real Toads

I woke up wanting to see the crane migration in Nebraska or at least an ostrich in the zoo Clouds swept past my window like a clock unwinding like the ghosts of lost loved-ones departing I woke up imagining that I knew the names of birds posed in the treetops waiting to be photographed The […]

The dream of the animal stuck on my head The dream of the woman giving me the finger The dream in which I yell to her “that’s a load of crap” and the one where I call your name out loud and it wakes us both up The dream about dog trainings on how not […]

Beaming beauty Maiden moon From crescent bud to fully bloomed Thorn tipped rose white flower of night courts the sky with its blossom of light ____________Colleen Redman______dVerse Poets Pub

If you are sincere about your work, you won’t know how to do it at times. – David Whyte, poet The broody hen sleeps through sunrise She keeps herself apart from the flock She stubbornly sits like a contemplating poet like a Buddha denouncing possessions Dreaming of worms that won’t wriggle away and mourning the […]

  Melting slice of moon ice Poured cocktail spilling light Big dipper of stars toasts the night life The moon is tipsy tonight   ________Colleen Redman________dVerse Poets Pub

  At first glance one looks like the other but each is unique And the pattern they make is the allure of the story and the body we cling to Some are held dear Others hang by a thread Still others are tightened by knots that must be untangled in the end Or chewed off […]