Dec 15, 2018 Original Poetry
Dream-Catcher at My Window
©December 15th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
In the radiating strands of a web,
My Dream-Catcher sits, and waits,
All her dreams have flown away.
The web hangs, empty.
When bad dreams come,
I will call to them with soft tones,
Cradle them in my mind,
Remind them of their delicate wings,
Then, let them fly away.
They are not for keeping.
And good dreams?
They turn into me, or you,
Radiating outward to the edges,
As they arrive through the open center
Through which everything is born.
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Dec 15, 2018 Original Poetry
At Table, With Song
©December 14th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
People sit at table
With long spoons,
And a steaming pot of stew,
And through stories and songs,
They remember an entire history,
Re-cast, and re-membered,
As they build it word by word.
I want the memories of my life
Shared by many around a table,
With long spoons, all humming,
Or singing, in-between spoonfuls.
I want to re-member everything,
And re-order a whole life.
Songs seep through skin,
And settle deep in bones,
Even as things slip away.
I can settle for this, find peace.
And though dissolution is certain,
I’ll go out singing, defiant.
Another will take my place
At the table, and share a pot of stew.
I will be as the air in their lungs,
Just as you were in mine before this.
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