The blues of my vernal equinox…

 

Have I again flown to the edge of the world?     

Like Icarus have I winged to close to the sun?  

Have I reached my boiling-point and unfurled.

…Shall I return like a prodigal son?

 

Fallen-out of good grace did I go mad"

Cause I didn’t love myself long enough to belong.

With the weight of my numbness, did I glide forbad

Of my own loves reflection to play along…      

 

Am I a dark scaffold, looking to shine?

Envelop my every silver lining cloud.

Am I the asylums prayers ready to resign?

Where do I fly to…? I’m not disavowed.

 

If only I was an ear of golden corn

I to might have found a love for me adorn.

Reviews

[Clara]

I love the imagery in this piece, Mark -- and the specific reference to Greek mythology.

There is vulnerability in your sorrow, that perhaps you had isolated yourself by not 'staying on the right path'. I thought you expressed hopelessness in a most beautiful way. Well-penned, my friend.

[Mark Heathcote]

Thanks Lola for a much appreciated review. :)

[kublakhan27]

A stirring and introspective piece, practically a sonnet with the exception of the extra syllables. I was totally gripped by every aspect of this piece, especially the imagery. I love the weight of my numbness and asylum's prayers especially. Nicely done :)

[rutherford]

Like the imagery of Icarus and examination of his meaning. Other wonderful images here--the idea of belonging; the "dark scaffold" Last stanza adds a playful twist.

very minor nit--a stray quote at end of first line of second stanza.

[Anand Sehgal]

A write that addresses a lot of self-doubts and insecurities. A good contemporary write searching for true identity.

[Mark Heathcote]

Insightful comments thank you for your review here.

[L.Edward]

Yeah! Took me on a journey alright. Sublime muse. Hit all the right notes from heavan to earth.

[Mark Heathcote]

I always feel some lingering doubt with a poem like this one. So to be told it hit all the right notes is the best feedback I could ask for… Thank you!

[L.Edward]

Your welcome friend. Credit where credit is due. Write on!

[Jack...]

Very deep and lingering somewhere within me as well. Like you have taken the words right out of my mouth (and brought them to light in a more beautiful way than I could have). This loneliness engulfed with questions of self is wonderfully penned.

[Mark Heathcote]

Thanks Jack I’m glad this connected with you on some grassroots level. :)

[Sami Khalil]

A very good reflection poem and forlorn one...Bravo..........:)

[Mark Heathcote]

Thanks Sami for this review… :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)....................

[Brandon]

Splendid read and write. Seems to express my mood at the moment. Thank you for sharing.

[Mark Heathcote]

Thanks Brandon for dropping by and this review… :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Just one errata. I think there is a forlorn quotation at the beginning of the second stanza.

[Pryde Foltz]

Mark, this is amazing. Your take on the inner psyche's wish to self destruct is insightful and so intelligent. Really, good stuff. I am going to RR a few who I think might really like this. Bravo.

[Mark Heathcote]

Insightful comments Pryde thank you for sharing your take on it.