I want to steal the word “blue” into every poem I write the way a Hopi weaves a signature with a bead outside the pattern I want to leave a kernel of its clarity in every verse I compose study its contradictions and versatility One day blue is sad the next, the sky is filled […]
Shouting out “dolphin” at Bethany Beach is not the same as shouting “fire” in the theater But soon the word catches and spreads Fingers point, necks crane Only the seagulls scream _____________________________ A five minute poem written at the beach on September 12, 2012. Other dVerse poets sharing open link pub are HERE.
Drifting clouds like soapy suds collect around the full moon drain letting out the light ________________ ~ Colleen Redman 1994 dVerse Poet’s Pub
The taffeta of terry cloth The royal of blue collar The going to the opera of staying at home It’s the fur coat of bathrobes The full length informal Cinched at the waist with pockets for tissue It’s the latest in evening wear The big teddy towel I’m dreaming of a monogram I’m undressed in […]
My brothers live in photo albums They wear Red Sox shirts and eat watermelon in summer They go to casinos and hit the jackpot sing karaoke and drink beer when they want to From exotic places by the ocean they watch girls in bikinis on the beach or go out to concerts and baseball games […]
Rainbow castles of sudsy clouds flirt on water flatten and float cover my legs in marbleized paisley like sheer pantyhose of creamy silk lace _________________ ~ Colleen Redman 1994 For the dVerse Poet’s Pub
A Juliet silhouette on a balcony of night where a star-crossed sweetheart shines a serenade of light _____________________ ~ Colleen Redman Post notes: This poem was written nearly a week ago for the night moon and for which I have no photo. It is posted here for dVerse poetry pub. The photo was taken at […]
Spinning summer tutu a short sassy muumuu with flowers so real that goats want to eat them with a skirt so full it can carry yellow squash and beans from the garden for canning ___________________ dVerse poets pub HERE.
Poetry is the ugly step-daughter of prose the awkward duckling becoming a swan It doesn’t know who it is or where it belongs until it flies from the flock and risks being unacceptable Poetry has no ego It goes barefoot to the ball It doesn’t need a Prince Charming or to ask, ‘who’s […]
Honeysuckle summer Catalpa aroma A cameo moon is pinned to the sky in a classic night that is waltzing ___________________ ~ Colleen Redman Post notes: The photo was taken on the Blue Ridge Parkway overlook last night. Poem: early 90’s. dVerse poets Open Link pub HERE.
On the plane ride home from Boston to Roanoke I pondered my brother’s dead body flying as cargo from Houston to Logan in 2001 Folding my magazine to a page on green burial I read that death is a spiritual birth that embalmment means draining the body of blood and filling it with […]
The last of the packing comes down to one question Should I bring extra shoes or make room for a book Guide to a Happy Life? I’m still looking for a good Sinatra record because he was to your generation what the Beatles were to mine and music is a memory that doesn’t skip I’ve […]
