Poetry sets a record It has a little black book It keeps no pets only secrets It lies about its age Poetry doesn’t do taxes It watches PBS It makes pledges to NPR But never writes the check ________Colleen Redman_____dVerse Poets Pub Read the first in this series, The Work Week, HERE.
Poetry sleeps until noon It never uses an alarm It leaves crumbs when it eats in bed and only uses real butter Poetry goes out without make-up It’s rarely recognized It likes to people watch and ride on subways It’s lonely in a crowd Colleen Redman __________dVerse Poets Pub Read another poem from this series […]
If you proposition poetry it will raise its hourly rate and if you have children with it you can never walk away It’s like a longtime loyal mate that I have to rekindle my attraction to Sometimes I sleep with it in the middle of the day Other times I just lie there ________Colleen […]
One day the brown chameleon wakes up blue but I can only change my clothing shop for every color of the rainbow and stuff my closet overfull Someone is always left out in the game of musical chairs and we are all as exposed as the naked emperor who thought he was dressed in […]
My ambition rises in a sluggish summer day to the number of squash bugs in my garden Death by squish is not for the squeamish I’m the mother of butternut Out of my way! __________From Muses Like Moonlight_______dVerse Poets Pub
Writing poetry on the road is a cold burger in an oil stained bag from a fast food chain It’s an untuned radio playing two songs at once the hint of a headache and sand in your shoes It’s a pen that skips in a Dollar Store notebook with a spiral binding that pokes you […]
The moon is like a womb that holds a growing fetus in an amniotic fluid filled sky Colleen Redman___________dVerse Poets Pub
I love poems infused with history worked into the present day topic Like rocks overturned we return to our worms unearth our wounds for good irrigation Burrowed in journals are rich story castings lineage lines that link generations Like mineral veins of precious inheritance I’m mining the evidence of my ancestral descent Leaving my fingerprints […]
Jasmine blossom pinned to black satin in a gown of sequined sky Colleen Redman _____________dVerse Poets Pub
Stretched out on a sofa like a page waiting for poems I try to will the right words to appear to fill the time with meaning to justify my life A Staples pen in one hand a Dollar Store notebook in the other I’m poised for work resisting the urge to get up and see […]
“We are born in a certain time and a certain place and like vintage wines we retain the flavor of our origins.” ~ Carl Jung I am from a granite boulder seawall and cotton candy at Paragon Park I’m from blackberry stains and beach rose petals catalpa beans and bamboo I am from my father’s […]
Suspended chandelier in a ceiling of night refracting a prism of starlight ________dVerse Poets Pub
