Loose Leaf Notes

Ceylon amber moon sipped to a crescent slips to the bottom of a bone china cup Post Note: You can read about the Teapoets Society Tea Party in which the above cup that belongs to my girlfriend Katherine was featured HERE.

I’m pretty sure Jesus is a morning person that he wakes up in a good mood He denies he ever spoke personally to George Bush Maybe he spoke to Bob Dylan   Jesus wears a bathrobe and reads the obituaries He has a long braid like Willie Nelson’s He drinks his tea black leaves the […]

Steam rises like breath from a talkative kettle Water pours like conversation into a quiet cup Note: The photo is called “Self portrait in tea” and was taken at my sister Sherry’s house in Massachusetts this past summer.

A milky way of dust makes morning constellations on a nebula of light beaming through my bedroom window Like thousands of parachutes abandoning ship they spin down in torrential orbits landing on dressers the bookcase and chair setting up colonies to plague me ~ Colleen Redman

When Asked HERE: What are some of the difficulties of having a seemingly accessible and clear style? Is that something you have to work on—revising the poem to its most lucid state? Billy Collins: Well, I think it’s more difficult to be clear than to be obscure. If you write with a certain, respectful level […]

A glance at 2007 in review can be done by taking the first line (or two) from the first blog post of every month in the year. Read the whole post by clicking on the link embedded in the months, or read the lines together like stanzas in a found poem. January It seems I […]

I want President Bush to have a dream … like the one that Ebenezer Scrooge had … I want him to be visited by the ghosts of Iraqi children … who cry out “But mankind was your business” A little Bach flower remedy for calming the nerves and some deep breathing was in order. “I’m […]

I spent a recent morning writing the following poem, which started when I realized that cheery and cherry are almost the same word and are fun said together. But now all I can think about is, ‘what is my writer’s group going to think when I bring THIS as my latest work to be work […]

Splash! Who put that there? cracked up sunny side-up on a blue-tone glass sky plate ~ Colleen Redman

Gold rush in late afternoon a black crow announces The sun tips its pool on a chatter of trees wading in flooded light A fleet of leaves like paper canoes are whisked upstream by whining wind Whispered secrets shushed away in the hurry of days growing shorter ~ Colleen Redman 11/1/07 Post note: For more […]

Without a paddle she straddles the middle of a puddle as if it was a pond and she was a traveler bigger than Gulliver. She ponders the riddle that looks like a doodle reflected in shadow in the muddled oracle. She dawdles a little before she settles hands on handles and feet on pedals. She […]

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 […]