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Poem of the Month

March 2022


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This month's Poem of the Month is dedicated to that favorite winter sport: Sleeping.  When there's frost on the window pane and snow muffles the night, there's nothing better than a long winter's nap...until you're suddenly awakened and your dream falls to pieces.  Even before you can get a proper drink from your bedside water glass or stumble into the bathroom, your dream has fallen apart and evaporated.  You try to remember, but it just doesn't come to you.  You are left with only a shadow of your dream.



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Each month Ancient Eagle Press offers a poem appropriate to the season or the mood of our editorial staff.   Poems may be new or drawn from existing AEP editions.

Where Old Fliers Come to Roost

                                    Dreams


  Where do dreams go
  When the fabric of sleep is torn
  By sound that slices silence,
  Or demons that gore in the night?
  Where do they fly,
  Those people, colors, conflicts, fears,
  Hopes, joys, and regrets that are your dreams?
  Do they splay into the darkness,
  Skitter behind the baseboards,
  Dive under the duvet
  Like bugs running from the light?
  Do you grab at shards of shattered dreams,
  Trying to understand?  Or, seeking sleep,
  Do you struggle to gather the pieces,
  Reassemble them,
  Revise them,
  Rerun them?
  Is it Resolution you seek,
  Or Atonement?

  

   LA /2022


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