Glorious Icarus
i'm no icarus.
won't fly too close
nor seek all
that allures
or, warms from a distance...
for i know
(the acrid taste of charred dreams)
my hopes will torch
and dash to ground
from being so high
in the sky...
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Do you not stretch the hand to warmth of light?
Do not dreams keep you to ponder the night?
Are hopes like stars?
Mysteries afar?
Are desires but wisps of smoke fanned away?
Do you not meet with joy the coming of day?
You move like a puzzle taken apart
You walk with your head and not with your heart.
have been accused often
of going not by cold rationale
but by my heart
so just for once, thought
would topple the cart...
the puzzle remains
as cryptic as ever
ah, wonder if i'll ever be
with people and emotions, clever?
:)
Hello, I just found this blog by chance. I am a graduate Student of English literature, I've studied some of Shakespeare's works. I am a big fan of him. I read about Icarus and Daedalus's story, and I liked what you wrote.
May I link to your blog from mine?
:)
Hi. I'm morbid smile's friend and I just read what you wrote by chance.
I love reading and I do write. I liked what you wrote.
you can check my blog.
Well, how can I know who is the moderator of the blog so I can ask for his permission to link to this blog?!
Happy writing to you too :)
i am icarus.
i dare.
it makes you write about me.
[not an original work. beer ramblings. unattributed genius]
loved this one I always used to admire Icarus for just trying rather than giving up... dying pursuing your dream isn't that bad is it??
cheers
z
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