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| Dream A Little Dream ... |
The Wink It was a wink of an eye That led to what promised to be adventures, It was you that winked, wasn’t it? I added that promise part, Which wasn’t revealed in the wink at all. Though I’m not saying winks are deceptive Because there would have been no shimmering Lakes and towering granite, hard as it is on one side, And a heart of gold on the other Which wasn’t revealed in the wink at all. And maybe winks don’t really lead to more than winding paths of ups and downs and highs and lows that resemble Rocky Road ice cream, at least in name, and never imagined to be so sweet Which wasn’t revealed in the wink at all. And I’d hardly say that winks were complex Though at times I felt warned. It was the birdie who told me, he spoke for you, and Told me of his birdie dreams and said That the wink could never reveal it all. - Cathy Hanlon 10/21/02 10/21/02 - I haven’t written a poem in a while ... though I knew this one was coming on. I had, in fact, been working on it, had the feelings going, waiting to spring into words. Once they spring, for me anyway, there’s no holding back. Unless you are the winker, you may not get more than a feeling of what this poem is saying. I feel that I’ve done all the explaining that needs to be done, painted enough of a picture in words. I’m always amazed when I finish a poem. The small idea I start with seems to take shape and run wild on it’s own. Sometimes I feel I’m only the transcriber for my mind. It’s not until I’m done, and I read what I have, that I see some sort of meaning, understanding, that I didn’t even know I was trying to convey. I love when that happens. You can try to read meaning into this poem, if you insist. However, I’m hoping you’ll give a moments thought to winks, or maybe it was a nod of the head, or a first dance. Have you a memorable one too? |