Dream Catcher

…..

If I trace a finger
along these shaky strands
can I touch those places
within myself I have not
yet found? If the world is
sound (scream? or sigh?)
can I
hear the rumble of my
own heart, try to tune
its faintest beat, bleat into
this raging sky what I
wish for most, and cannot
see? Can we play cat’s cradle
with this wishing well
net, these dreamy stories
that we cannot yet
tell, this whispered want that
has no wings? And are these
things flesh and blood and bone
or simply small smooth casting
stones in the river rushing past,
these last strings of a song
we long to loose
or some silent noose to hang our
wintered dreams.

…..

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8 Responses to Dream Catcher

  1. dianadomino says:

    Somehow this reminded me of walking a labyrinth, which, in a way, is what one does mentally when tracing the lines of a dreamcatcher. Lovely, as always, De.

  2. Beautiful piece, De — as always! :-)

  3. “bleat into
    this raging sky what I
    wish for most, and cannot
    see? ”

    Love this…

    and this…
    “these dreamy stories
    that we cannot yet
    tell, this whispered want that
    has no wings?”

    Such a beautiful thought provoking poem, De….always a special love for your words… <3

  4. ihatepoetry says:

    This has an especially dream-like feel to it – it flows like sweet summer nectar. Yuh-uh-ummy!

  5. “If I trace a finger
    along these shaky strands” … Makes me think of stroking someone’s hair. Just beautiful.

    I love these two lines considered without the one just after: “can I touch those places
    within myself I have not” … Even though I don’t actually have those places within me, can I still touch/have/enliven them? Magic what I do have into what I don’t have?

    “net, these dreamy stories” … Love this on its own. :)

    “some silent noose to hang our
    wintered dreams” … Beautiful.

  6. I love the ending on this one.

  7. Ella says:

    Wonderful! Sorry I missed it…yet, so happy I found it :D
    So many wonderful lines…I’d have to copy the whole poem and paste it, lol
    Wow, I guess if I had to pick….
    “Can we play cat’s cradle
    with this wishing well
    net, these dreamy stories
    that we cannot yet
    tell, this whispered want that
    has no wings? And are these
    things flesh and blood and bone
    or simply small smooth casting
    stones in the river rushing past,
    these last strings of a song
    we long to loose
    or some silent noose to hang our
    wintered dreams.”

    Goosebump Good!!!

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