"I Can Dream"

Later this month I'm scheduled to read my poem, The Haunting, at a literary cafe, somewhere in the universe.  While publicly reading my poem is not a new thing for me, publicly reading my poem, after a twenty-plus-year hiatus, is. I have been assured that they won't bite; that they will be welcoming.  I take them at their word.

In the spirit of the resurrection - the quickening, if you will - of this dimension of my life, I shall be sharing a few poems this month.  Today's piece, written by me at 17-yo, is entitled:  I Can Dream.  Signing it with my name that's "only for the poetry" and, again, I'll try to resist the urge of my 40-something self to edit.

I Can Dream

Maybe you won't hold me tight

As often as I want you to.

Maybe you won't kiss my lips

My face, my neck

As I long for you to do.

Maybe you won't tell me that you love me

As often as every day

But, I can dream about

These things, and more,

While you are away.

I can dream that we're on

A moonlit beach

Somewhere in the dark

Or, that we're taking lovely pictures

By the river, in the park.

Or, better yet, we're holding hands

Walking toward the sunset.

And, we're laughing at a joke of yours

Walking toward the sunset.

But, these dreams are no more

Than what they are, just fantasies

And sometimes help to ease the pain

Of not tasting the realities.

They're things you can hold on to

And make them last much longer

Than realities that come and go,

Making your longing stronger.

-- Dnafcnatgada

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Da Mood

Oh God, I’m not in the mood. I’m not in the mood. I’m soooo not in the mood. Here’s this fellow telling me that they had to edit my quote due to space constraints, not realizing (?) / apologizing for the fact that the edited version totally changed the meaning. If I go ahead and respond in pointing that out, it mightn’t go over as it should – even though it may be as I would want it to.

Bought a scarf today. It’s 100% Rayon (by-product of wood she said) made in India. It’s gor-jas! Ahhh! Just took a glance at it. Now I know why it excites me so. It’s a mix of the sunset colours I see from my window at TNH. Like the little girl said, “Dear God, I didn’t know that orange went with purple until I saw Your sunset. Cool!” Yup. It’s predominantly purple (I like that – p p ) with tinges of orange – dark and light – blended in as pseudo-embroidery on the fringes and woven in with the purple in the middle. It looks so lovely on me; brings out my warm red undertone and complements my chocolat skin. OK then.

Claudia
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