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September was ready to slip into October
and autumn skies were filled with color
Clusters of clouds
suddenly dissolved
and let the sun peer through
I imagined you as Icarus taking a risk
and trying to fly high above your depression,
gliding for a while like a broad-winged hawk,
the cool air making you unaware
of just how close
to the sun
you flew
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: The story of Icarus has always fascinated me. I think as long as people have lived, some have always wished they could fly like the birds. There are so many beautiful paintings and drawings of this classic myth, but in my mind’s eye I see only the simple picture of water with a feather floating on it—a reminder of how easily a dream and a life can come to an end. My Icarus poems were written when…
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Mary – This is a great poem.
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Thank you, Ruth, I’m glad you liked it so much. I’ll be posting Icarus II and possibly III soon. It was meant to be a series of 3 Icarus poems, but I’m constantly changing my mind about things. 🙂
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