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Icarus (day 70)
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365 Day Challenge (kinda) Maybe flying too close to the sun just had something to do with
needing the light,
chasing the dawn
The people of sparks understand
with their earth walls and their lanterns,
forever searching for something they don’t know
but they know they need
Maybe flying too close to the sun just had something to do with
loving the sky,
breathing pure stardust
while he still could
I feel his longing like a stab to my chest
down here on the ground,
the only time I get close to the light
is with my back to the grass
staring up at the stars.
I want to go out with a burst of smoke-
not a candle, a firework-
maybe then I’ll meet Icarus
on the surface of the sun.
After forty-three years of
After forty-three years of reading poems, very few of them actually leave me at a loss for words. But the beauty, the profound emotion, and the conversational tone of this poem just stops me in my tracks. This poem is great, and you should be very proud of it. Your contemporary use of the myth is excellently, and very successfully deployed.
Starward
So
That's where Icarus is hanging out. "...back to the grass..." nice. ~A~