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[Return to Guest Poets Page]Colleen Wilhite
Colleen Rose O'Brien Wilhite's freelance writing
business is called Celtic Rose Productions. The name is a play on
her own name and her Irish roots. She lives in Clearwater, Florida
but is originally from St.Louis, Mo. Her business writing specialities
are newsletters and catalogs; her best customer being her husband,
Virgil, owner of Wilhite Collectibles - sellers of rare books and
paper collectibles. Colleen spends her volunteering hours as the Public Relations Executive for Artists in Action, a community arts group in Clearwater inspired by the works of writer and humanitarian, L.Ron Hubbard. Colleen produces the AiA monthly variety showcase and presides over the AiA Poets & Writers Guild which was brought into being to help writers enhance their creativity, expand their communication lines and increase audience demand for their work. Here are a selection of poems from her book & audio tape in progress; the working title being: "The Pleasures & Pitfalls of Poetry". This is also the name of a workshop she gives to writers and readers alike on the major joys and problems of poetry. Contact Colleen at celticr@tampabay.rr.com Dancing on Pearls You must not think When executing an arabesque Above curving gems of iridescent pink For you’ll not look so picturesque If this dance you’d not burlesque Above all mental noise take flight Else you may find yourself at risk From lustrous globes of pearly white This is an art for airy sprites A task which wins in laughter To twirl ‘top milky orbs of rainbow light Remember this advice hereafter Don’t think! If I Were Florida One pearl hued morning I stretch out A long, lean bathing beauty I ripple my sandy curves Condos topple Palms laughing breathlessly Grip tightly For a thigh high roller coaster ride In afternoon’s balm I turn to Catch more hot golden rays Theme parks and casino boats Vanish down my Umbilicus sinkhole Paradise panderers Disappear without a trace In sunset’s scarves I rise Shake off the sand Gray highways slide Into the ebbing sea The star fish and the jelly fish The dolphins and the manatees Awaken from their naps To frolic near my suntanned flesh The moon in sequined gown awakes We watch The unicorns return To live within the shelter of my pines To drink my cold, eternal springs While ospreys wheel And white egrets learn to sing. Free The fluttering breeze The fan of white wings The flight of birds Call to the frail soul of me To soar, to fly away Free from this grounded nest Of featherless flesh "Therapy" The guitar A forlorn love mute The paint box Dull with disuse shut The canvas Pale and alone blank Pen and ink Lie on a shelf still Dancing shoes Dusty, decayed limp The music No longer plays gagged The artists Straight-jacketed drugged Cured of their creativity Cured of their selves Ask Hemingway Ask Monroe Ask Cobain A Ritalin kid Copyright © 1999. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Duplication of this poetry and/or art without permission of the author/artist is forbidden under copyright law. Please ask permission if you wish to use for non-commercial purposes
Tuesday, July 11, 2000 |