Dream Catcher

I am a poet

because poetry

costs

so much less than silence.

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As a child, I learned

to sit and still, let chaos still,

let bubbles rise from the deep,

to catch one patiently,

to let it shine, bursting on paper, mine.

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I can devour today with hungry teeth,

can tear the golden thin

translucent apple skin

of air that holds its magic in,

let the bright juice of joy

well from beneath

and drip, deliciously,

across my lip and down my chin.

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If gladiola  throats could sing,

what glad tidings would they bring?

I want to open up and bloom,

to spread red radiance in this room.

If only I could find my voice,

I know Her garden would rejoice.

And here! I've found the music's key:

Her song! Now let it sing through me!

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Perfection, imperfection: both illusions.

Your ever-changing beauty is my delight.

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Now I sit still, in patient invitation,

open to Your Universe of Good.

River of Time, River of Living Blood,

Tree of Bone!

I let Your truth, Your beauty,

dazzle around me,

One Voice on one page,

not mine alone.

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Moon Mother!

The family sleeps.

I thank You for this peaceful time,

this monthly round,

sisterhood,

celebration.

I thank You for Your calendar

of fertile days

guiding my body’s bleeding, changing,

for Your hope of renewal

beyond loss and death.

I thank You for Your mothering,

milky light,

Your gentle waning into dark.

Thank You for Night,

too beautiful for sleep.

Now is for dancing!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018