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Ode (?) To Wendy
by Ken HarnischWhat, is he some egg
That only you can turn into an omelet?
Some unfinished painting
Just waiting for your brush
To make him into a masterpiece?
Do you truly think
Just because you lay out his clothes
That you can iron out the wrinkles
And lay out his life?
Does it occur to you
That while the Lost Boys
Look to you for supper
That Peter is flying
Through the breeze again
Sparring with pirates
In the mainmast
Of the sailing ships?
God forbid your dreams
Should have a little bit
Of the wind behind them
Because, besides the occasional
Sprinkling of pixie dust,
Does he really help you fly?
Face it
While he is your tree of life
Your own just withers and dies
While you fret so wishing
For the day that his will bear
Its unlikely golden fruit
07/30/2003 Posted on 08/03/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 08/04/03 at 04:00 AM This tenders an interesting perspective, Ken. It gives new meaning to, lady in waiting.
Peace... |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/04/03 at 04:57 PM Excellent take on an old favorite. Provocative and profound. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 08/05/03 at 08:30 PM I love the fairy tale twist! You do it VERY WELL! |
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