ICARUS WINGSPAN

Weaving off the straight lines of convention... Quirky ==my future holds promise==

 ICARUS WINGSPAN

The sun comes close and bakes my skin

I fly with Ic's giddiness & fall into what's been

Reliving my past, isn't what it use to be

My future holds promise, I see what I see

The Iscarian sea, southwest of Samos

I grab the moon, I swallow it, almost

Cretans from Crete, mutant' my wings

My future holds promise, I spring into things

My thoughts race thru my cluttered debris

I focus intently, I'll always be me

Time is passing, I go with the flow

My future holds promise, I know what I know

 

I move through the air, I fly in the zone

I live for the day, settin' a flesh amazing tone

Creative juices, drip down my spine

My future holds promise, I weave off the straight line 

 ©2009LLR 121109 1013A

 

Reviews

[Cassandra D.]

Now this was very interesting. ;]

[Dr Poet]

The myth of Icarus revisited through underlining the pureness of his purpose rather than dwelling, as it would have been too predictable, on its irritating haughtiness. Interesting point of view, although the validity of that lesson should never be forgotten.
Enjoyable musicality in the very natural flow of the wording and, here I join the choir, beautiful closing line.

[Wicahpi]

I loved it! Especially the last line...
Beautifully executed!! Well done.

[Doctor JKC]

Don't we all become mutations?

And we all go into the blue in-evidently.
Some are shot down.
Jack

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Good use of expressions. I liked it.

[Emily B]

I always want to fly . . . blue skies call my name.

[LJW]

Our lines should never, ever be straight. :-)