When plans


When plans fall through

and dreams die fading

into whisps of has-beens and also-rans

when sun sets and never rises

nights are starless and rain

brings forth only mud,

when new-burst plum blossom blows

torn adrift by the wind before the sun

has dried its tears

there is only one thing to do—

with tender hands shape the wind

and the rain the falling starlight

flash of jay-feather and kingfisher blue

and make another dream for only then

can you have it come true.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

14 thoughts on “When plans”

    1. Between the knowing what to do and the doing of it there’s human failing. I’m good at seeing what needs doing, less good at doing it, so that probably makes me pretty run of the mill 🙂

      1. Nope. Not letting you get away with that although you’re a crafty so and so with your logic games. Nevertheless the idea of you and run of the mill inhabiting the same stage is impossible. You may not see it. Perhaps in a weird way that keeps you real. I see it. I always have. Others do too. Shine on you dear girl because you can’t help being a huge cut above the norm.

  1. Reading about hands that shape the wind puts me in mind of Native American spirituality, the kind that has the Creator’s hand making the contours of the world. Your crafting “tender hands” brings it in to us (a tender people) who need dreams and to keep making them.

    1. The world needs tender hands. It’s been shaped by harsh, grasping hands so far and they are tearing the whole caboodle apart. The Native Americans used to be in touch with real life, but I imagine they have probably lost the balance now. The temptations of the world seen through an iphone are too great for most people.

  2. “when new-burst plum blossom blows

    torn adrift by the wind before the sun” – I relate to this completely as every season I see this in my yard. You create a desolate picture.

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