My love is Icarus,
screaming on molten wings,
searing clouds with body heat;
an elevator ride straight down
to my beckoning crypt.
The ground is a winsome friend,
cajoling me as I approach.
The flames are streamers
as I hit the finish line:
winner? loser? both.
The wreckage of my fuselage
lies scattered over miles
of quiescent plain.
How do I fuse these pieces
back together again?
I’ll need more than wax
to achieve a greater end.
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There is a different vibe in this poem as compared to the others. Or perhaps it is just me… More confident, a bit more of self included. I sense courage. Love it.
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As always, thanks for your wonderful words, Tatjana. Much appreciated 🙂
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Hi Steven, You are one of my favourite bloggers, hence I nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award.😎
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Thanks, Mairi! That’s awesome! I don’t know how much sunshine I bring. More like hazy, grey rain? Thanks again!! 🙂
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There’s plenty of sunshine in you Steve🌞🌝☉☀
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