An ice cream cone
A dollar unspent
A moment returned
A kiss ungiven
A word unspoken
A moment of peace
A glass of wine
A kind word spoken
A hope fulfilled
One last wish…
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Open Ears 
Katie, I love this. I sat and looked at that picture as though it were waiting to speak to me. Your poem about singular things that are given or not given has me thinking. Or what are the things we hold on to or release? This is great.
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I wasn’t thinking in terms of things given or received, but rather of things wished for, both simple and complex. And while, a wish usually involves giving or receiving something, I was thinking about the moment of the wish. I think we are more honest in that moment. We want the ice cream cone for the pure delight of what ice cream is, we wish we hadn’t said that one thing and we experience pure regret, we wish for that one singular dream to come true and we can identify unadulterated hope. I think these pure emotions only last a moment for in the next instant we reason them away– we really shouldn’t eat the ice cream, we really were justified in those words we said, and if we are honest, there is a good chance that hope is just an distant dream.
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And to connect it to the picture, I think those brief moments of pure emotions are as delicate as the last seed on the dandelion, but they can also become much more when allowed to fly. That may be simply fanciful thinking on my part though. 😉
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Pure emotions are delicate, aren’t they. Maybe that is why we can be so hurt.
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