Privileged men sit in ivy league classes.
earn sheep skin passes
to sit in ivory towers.
Do they pray to Dionysus
for the golden touch.
Forgetting to pray for a soul.
Fly like Icarus
new horizons.
Earn corporate checks
dreams of the future.
Flying close to the sun
feathers, wax, paraffin
melt.
Rich, luxuriant
and splendid things
Crash.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Very topical write. I like the classical illusions; it's a contrast between the mundane aspirations of these modern highflyers and Icarus flying too close to the sun. Even before they crashed, were these guys truly happy?
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Profound & well crafted...
Great rhythm & flow throughout...
Loved some of the word choices & analogies, kinda made it thoughtful in & of itself...
Leads up to a bleak truth that is undeniable & unavoidable...
Another fantastic write...
Well done!!!
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and oh how they do... a friend of mine was murdered in the virgin island of st.martin... his family was rich, his life full of good schools, a degree that is now just a piece of paper and a family torn apart by the loss of a great guy... i am sure you mean something different... but reading that last part about rich, luxuriant and splendid things crash... so sad...
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