Stood Up
No firewood delivery No paycheck in the mail No day off No free lunch No matter His closet door creaks where summer clothes still hang The full moon is hidden in mist
"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
Archive for the ‘Poetics’ Category
Moon Date
Standing under the dogwood tree, I place myself so that the brightest star in the sky is aligned with the top of the biggest fur tree, making it look like Christmas. The moon looking on is a bald-headed profile in need of a fedora. I stare for a long time, like watching a clock that […]
He Left
The number of a friend who does plumbing and electric The number for a counselor in Blacksburg A burned piece of bread left in the toaster A closed door to a room upstairs A note in red ink about kissing An abstract painting I don’t understand
Poetry Put Me to Sleep and Poetry Woke Me Up
Pages tossing Venetian blinds turning Words lose meaning Drowsy eyelids drop A scratching cat taps an unsteady chair A paw at the window knocks Poems on the outside trying to get in to tattle tales and flights of fancy to rattle sleep undreamt ~ Colleen Redman 6/30/09
A High Note
Flirty moon with a crescent grin I thought I saw it wink 4/28/09
Dead Orange
After my father died that winter I let an orange in the fruit bowl go bad I was curious to watch and hold it as it decomposed I expected it to rot spread its blight attract fat flies But it only dried into a hardened sunken shell It lives still in the corner of my […]
My House Loves Butter
My house loves butter It glows with forsythia With 1000’s of lampshades dangling yellow Bright bulbs illuminate April
When Words Run Out
When there are no A B C’s no L M N O P’s Don’t waste words They don’t grow on trees
As Wet as That
Spring sky wept into overwhelmed puddles Hooded jonquils huddled like drunks at a bar
Empress
Crowned Oracle At the Lover’s Threshold Spring is Her Open Doorway The Empress represents the Earth Mother, an abundance of the feminine nature of creation and nourishment. ~ From the Motherpeace Tarot.
Valentine
Intimate greetings on unfolded hearts Our love is an open book Our message is delivered at the close of the day Held at the binding sweet sentiments are sealed ~ Revised February 14, 2009
February’s Drawn Conclusion
I expose my pale skin like a virgin to the sun air it out of storage access the winter damage I warm up slowly like a bud turned over to the growing possiblity of posing nude for spring ~ Colleen Redman 2/7/09
