Feb 2018
The quick glance is sent my way
one of many across the days
then repetition weaves a tale
of something more in the wind
fleeting hints recognized
sideways look sent to me
one of many in each day
blurred in passing, almost unseen
there are millions that interact
perhaps thousands, it matters not
when the few broach the walls
that surround my frail ego
I have to wonder about intent
cynicism is the foe
whispering doubt into the ear
warning off what could be good
friendships blossom from the void
all those cues that life presents
if only I could sift the gold
from the chaff of the storm
the die is cast against the odds
two people looking across the gulf
wondering if there is truth
connection made in fleeting hints.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180211.
one of many across the days
then repetition weaves a tale
of something more in the wind
fleeting hints recognized
sideways look sent to me
one of many in each day
blurred in passing, almost unseen
there are millions that interact
perhaps thousands, it matters not
when the few broach the walls
that surround my frail ego
I have to wonder about intent
cynicism is the foe
whispering doubt into the ear
warning off what could be good
friendships blossom from the void
all those cues that life presents
if only I could sift the gold
from the chaff of the storm
the die is cast against the odds
two people looking across the gulf
wondering if there is truth
connection made in fleeting hints.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180211.
An internet friend wrote a poem about recognition. An explanation of their work included the statement “Just those fleeting, intense hints in public when someone looks at you and through their inadvertent responsive cues, you know they admire you. It's electrifying regardless of how hard you try to repress your reaction”. This really struck a chord. “Fleeting Hints” is my attempt to carry their thought forward.
(54/M/Pickens SC)
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