The Dream Catcher



dream catcher

Which dreams are caught,
An ancient craft taught
So long ago in distant time
Now, silent as today’s mime?

Are caught dreams prisoners,
With untold stories, no futures,
Yearning to escape to the great beyond,
Dancing like fireflies on a moonlit pond?

Which ones escape, which ones are kept,
What if already dreamt,
Or slips away through a crack,
What if it’s darker than black?

What Entity, what Being
Has the power deciding
With revered and fabled ability,
Decisions made hastily or sensibly?

A dream’s Fate or Future
Snares in the dream catcher,
Snags like an insect in a spider’s web,
Or gently floats out to sea with tide’s ebb.

Lynn McHale   April 25, 2013  Copyright   All Rights Reserved


Do You Ever Wonder?

I need a purpose for my life,
A reason for where I am,
Here, now, at this time.
I wonder.

What will unfold?
Yet to be discovered,
Like clues in a mystery,
Missing puzzle pieces.

Am I the rookie on a chessboard?
A Knight moving every which way?
Or Queen of Hearts in Wonderland?
Yes, I reign in Wonderland.

Wonder, Wander,
Wanderlust, Wanderer,
Wonder why?
Happy Wanderer.

Who is the Happy Wanderer?
Where does he wander?
Why does he wander?
Why is he happy?

I eat Wonder bread,
Tastes wonderful!
Now it all makes sense.
Wonderful, Just Wonderful!

Lynn McHale April 3, 2013 Copyright All Rights Reserved

Reflections in a Gazing Ball

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Reflections seen in a gazing ball:
Absolute truths.
Singular hopes.
Secret dreams.
Curious eyes.

Too truthful to bear.
Centered or off-balance.
Luminous like the super moon.
Radiant like the noon sun.

Senses awakened from gazing:
Well being.

Always dwelling within,
Sometimes buried, sometimes forgotten.
Always desiring endless attention,
Sometimes met with apprehension.

Concentration channels clarity.
Contemplation illuminates.
Meditation soothes, calms.
Reflection creates passageways.

Lynn McHale 4/14/13



All my aches and pains,
Whether old or new,
Cause me to exclaim,
Will I end up cold and blue?

Worry about every pain,
Will my cancer return,
How will it come again?
Another illness’s turn?

I worry so much,
Seems like all the time,
Is it such and such,
Will I run out of time?

Time is so precious,
Want to be a Grandmother.
Hush sweet baby, hush,
Let me sing you another.

Lynn McHale 3/2/13 Copyright All Rights Reserved



What’s to be positive about?
Let me search deep inside,
Let me find out and shout, and shout.
I have self worth, dignity, pride.

How far must I travel?
I am tough, I am strong,
Mile after mile, can’t unravel.
Inside, I sing my song.

“I am me, I am me,”
“I laugh, I cry,”
“I am sad, I am happy,”
“I can try, I can try!”

I have patience,
I can try.
Even more patience,
Can I try?

I can’t win,
I can’t show,
I can only place,
Yes, this can be a race!

Lynn McHale Feb. 2013 Copyright All Rights Reserved