Dreamt Over and Over Again
by Ken Harnisch
I dreamt of salvation and falling from a cliff
All at once, and like one of those old serials
In the movies they showed back in the ‘40’s
I always survived somehow, but had to wait
Until the next episode, where I was pushed
Or fell again, and for a time I flew, an eagle,
But always landed like a cat who licked his
Wounds and wondered just how many lives
A dreamer really has before he- and they-
Posted on 12/21/2009
Copyright © 2022 Ken Harnisch
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/22/09 at 06:08 PM|
Well, you know, the dreamer part NEVER dies. Vivid imagery here, Ken. I felt the flying, and the ground of it.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/05/10 at 03:23 PM|
Your imagery had me hooked all the way through. I remember the serials, the anticipation, hoping but not expecting a warm conclusion. But it is those last two lines that really packed a punch. And ending with questioning and "wondering." I especially love how much history,wisdom, and life experience is underneath this poem. I do soooo relate. Thanks so much Ken.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/05/10 at 03:28 PM|
I've read this one again and again and with every reading I place myself with the subject on the edge of that cliff, remembering the eagle flights, the licking of wounds, the dreams that kept me going, and, in the end, also wondering... Thanks again, Ken.