I’m a thousand piece picture puzzle held by the moment for a perfect fit Until my mind begins to wander to thoughts that make me wonder how I will keep from breaking it. Post note: Mosaic art, displayed on the side of a gas station in Blacksburg, was done by local art students.
Letters catch in our throats Our pens stitch them down in a crazy quilt flat linen language we sew a fallen hem From a spell of spinning syllables a wild woolen tangle is pinned down printed and pressed Our oral tradition is like an endangered songbird crowded out by the starling chatter And we are […]
A muse infused pot full of tea must be why Buddha is smiling
I’m a mandala in your eye a sunflower dancing on a black scrying mirror where the sun and moon are lovers
The moon is a mutiny a one bubble revolution escape from the sky-sea of sudsy clouds It floats across the heavens like a flower child pagan in peaceful demonstration against the status quo Post notes: The photo was taken a few nights ago. The poem is one of many in a moon series written over […]
The following was published in The Floyd Press on April 10, 2008. Floyd County poet, Mara Robbins (pictured on the left) was one of three students representing nine regional schools to receive a first place award at a Poetry Symposium this past weekend. The symposium, titled “The Power of Poetry,” was a first time event, […]
1. On my way to Hollins University to meet Mara and her friends so that I could follow them to the Power of Poetry Symposium in Lexington, I had a full tank of gas and a choice to make. I could either focus on the road construction on Interstate 81 that would make me an […]
Shrill daffodil Bright yellow yell A trumpet for tight-lipped tulips – Colleen Redman 4/1/08
People who work at home Don’t answer the phone At least not right away Do I need to pick up? Call you right back? After the beep have your say Post notes: Better yet send me an email or leave a comment. “The Poet’s Hotline” HERE.
At a library book sale in a 25 cent book I found my first four-leaf clover It was an unlikely answer to a curious search while browsing for wisdom through musty print I opened the cover a fortune cookie cracked how sweet was the news the destined chance Faintly green still spending its luck a […]
Her words land in poems like eggs in a skillet She makes them sizzle She burns the butter Leave your poem after the tone … Her sonnets spill into three message parts until my answering machine is full Speak in rhyme if you’re so inclined… With sparks flying I hear her […]
Bonsai poetry clipped to the root A flower for the muse Post notes: This weekend’s Sunday Scribblings’ prompt, “Passion,” caused this to bloom. Another poem about passion is HERE. The photo of the rose was taken by my blogging friend Naomi Caryl.
