There’s a danger in looking too long so I close my eyes I let the sun start a fire on my lids turn from magenta to bright red I imagine it making a freckle or dropping a spark of inspiration If I sit long enough in its glow it might illuminate a truth I […]
What happens to the poem after the climax? When you have to re-create the romance? When you have to gamble the progress already made? Invite strangers into your innermost space? What happens to the poem that rolls over and goes to sleep? The pretty face that’s gone in the morning? What about the poem […]
On a lazy Sunday made for folksingers for beatniks and people that read Carl Sagan I’m fishing for lines in Pandora’s box A pink smartphone set on Cupid’s station I’m looking for wells to throw pennies into or take them out I’m waiting for the part where the harmonica breaks in and Leonard Cohen meets […]
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length. – Robert Frost I’m suspicious of happy because it rhymes with sappy It often follows slap and rarely lasts It reminds me of jolly which rhymes with folly makes me think of giddy which I think of as being followed by up ___________Colleen Redman__________dVerse Poets Pub
I try to time the toasting of the morning sprouted bagel so that the butter doesn’t melt before the eggs are boiled The tea should still be hot before the eggs have cooled down before their gold is spread like wealth on the new day’s wheel of fortune A pen should be nearby and notebook […]
Every day is a wish on a lit candle that we have to blow out in the end Every star that flickers in a dark night burns on faith during the day
Like cracking the husk of a black walnut to get to the meat Food for the winter with the edge of a hammer I’m stained with poem making I’m hungry for more ________________Colleen Redman
Laidback moon Basking in black A night sunbather that burns in the dark ______________Colleen Redman______dVerse Poets Pub
Perpetual flame from ember to blaze A damped down light fires up bright in the belly of a cast iron night _________Colleen Redman_____dVerse Poets Pub
Nursery room sky in a cold afternoon painted in pastels of rose and blue Anticipation of the darkest night and the hopeful heralding of new life ___________Colleen Redman_______Skywatch Friday
Liam Pat wore his hat all the way to the laundry mat The only time he took it off was when he went to the barber shop Liam Pat wore his hat seven days a week The only time he took it off was when he went to sleep Liam Pat wore his hat to […]
Well-endowed moon a sleepy slip of silk lowers its gown onto open armed limbs Branches like fingers hold its luminous curve as it slowly reclines on the hush of horizon ________Colleen Redman_______dVerse Poets Pub
