Haiku Brew
Sterling paddle dips through a veil of smoky mist a long legged crane sips _________________________ More dVerse poets at the Open Link Pub HERE.
Sterling paddle dips through a veil of smoky mist a long legged crane sips _________________________ More dVerse poets at the Open Link Pub HERE.
A clock is a man-made orbit that paces it’s own cage It’s round like a planet made in its image a mechanical nightingale of gilded numbers Alarm sounding Money counting Score keeping Beeping blinking Meter ticking Rat racing Fast pacing Yo yo yanking Bomb In every single home It’s ticking………… Like an […]
Focused attention Deep cultivation Every word is a seed to be planted __________________ The image above is of part of a collage box made for me by my Asheville Potter Son Josh and features a photo of me on a stairwell in Ireland at the center. You can see a small sampling of Josh’s collage […]
Mother of pearl button of moon in a baby blue coat of sky ~ More dVerse poetry HERE.
Natal is fatal Finish is final A great undertaking Breaking the death barrier has an emotional G-force Beliefs crash down We all hold on Then eventually let go ~ Written in 1999 after my friend Ise died and currently printed in the November Museletter. More dVerse poets HERE.
Gypsy hoop dangling in a sky piercing Dagger of orange cuts a black cloak of night ________________________ ~ Colleen Redman More dVerse poets HERE.
My soul is like a goldfish that wants to be seen but doesn’t like attention ________________ The ocean is too big the fishbowl too small I’m afraid to be abandoned but want to be alone _________________ In a dream I grow legs carry the fishbowl outside where happy cats live with sparrows and sunlight swallows […]
If you are quiet be loud If you are loud be quiet Don’t laugh if you don’t get the joke Don’t cheat Wear red If you are generous be frugal If you are frugal be generous Give away all your ill fitting clothing Give up your place in line It’s okay to ask for directions […]
Sometimes I get nostalgic for my pink suede bell bottom pants and the maroon Indian print bag with mirrors on it or the gypsy scarf that I wore as a cape and sold at a yard sale in Texas because we had to stuff everything we owned into one U-haul trailer when we moved to […]
I shop for words as though the dictionary was a catalog of women’s clothes or shoes As though the folded over corners of favorite words on pages were the edited alliterations of hemmed skirts Browsing for the uncommon I pin down a suitable meaning unfold a matching pattern for a custom-made fit And if I […]
Global Warming is hell to pay for the greedy business of self interest And constant economic growth is like a forest fire that some don’t want to put out ________________ Hell, lets just burn the whole place down and collect the insurance money Let’s buy up some stock in the funeral business Let’s pop a […]
Moon hangs like a tack holding up the dark waiting to reveal heaven’s first act in a theater of late night drama ________________ ~ Colleen Redman