April 1, 2007

• Welcome April!

  April is here, and along with it a whole new attitude.  For me April means a time of refreshing and joyful energy.  The bursting forth of creativity after the dormancy of winter. 

  April is National Poetry Month.  In years past I have attempted a Poem a Day to celebrate.  I'm not quite sure I want to try that commitment this year because I feel completely overwhelmed by the commitments I've made already.  But I can surely at least do a poem a week?

  Catching Dreams

  Web-like patterns made from twine, string, a bit of stone, and a feather
  hang for sale in the tourist shops, Dreamcatcher, genuine Native American
  craft of men and women who live in the ochre of the spaghetti
  West along with the young Clint on a horse with no name.  From
  their protected place in the sand they send out these lines, fishing for dreams.

  And the tourist who picks it up, an old man in his old man socks,
  with his thin legs supporting a rounded belly and the wisdom
  of never eat pizza or ice cream in the evening. His watery eyed
  view of my aunt Gladys when she was young, beautiful, and wild,
  holds a dream of love that burns a trail through his veins
  and the ghost of his long gone hair waves in the afternoon breeze.
   
  

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