The Dreamcatcher Poem by Practicing Poetess

The Dreamcatcher

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There is a traveling Dreamcatcher
With blue beads and brown feathers.
Under the beads and feathers, you can read,
'Let us see each other again.'
The Dreamcatcher has visited 4 schools
All devastated by gun violence,
And the names of each are listed on its back:
Columbine High in Colorado,
Red Lake High in Minnesota,
Sandy Hook Elementary in Connecticut,
and Marysville Pilchuck High in Washington.
Now it hangs on a wall in the lobby
Of Townville Elementary in South Carolina.
Its unspoken words are 'I understand.'
So much attention is given to
The murdered and their killers.
But it is the survivors who are affected the worst.
They suffer from PTSD and nightmares.
They start at loud noises, like a car backfiring.
They feel survivor's guilt.
They fear the shooter attacking them again.
One little first-grade boy wrote
A card in memory of his friend who died:
'I loved him but he diyd
But he is still a life in my hart.'

Thursday, June 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: children,guns,murder,school,shooting,survivor,violence
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 27 March 2020

There is a traveling Dreamcatcher With blue beads and brown feathers. Under the beads and feathers, you can read, 'Let us see each other again.' the very title the dream catcher, , catches our attention... a fine poem indeed. tony

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Jazib Kamalvi 29 June 2017

Nice humanism. Thanks.

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Thank you, Jazib.

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Barry Middleton 29 June 2017

I get angry every time I am reminded that our representatives in government refuse to represent the majority of Americans who want reasonable gun control legislation. This is the greatest shame on America since slavery.

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Barry, I had a gut-level feeling this morning that this one might strike a raw nerve with you (RE: your previous poem about Sandy Hook.) Everything is totally backwards. Guns, if any, need to be in the hands of law-abiding citizens, for self-defense. Not in the hands of the bad guys and the crazies.

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