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glass and the ground

I greeted with glass-blowing pipes
the molten, unsolidified feathers that once burned
in the tilled field of my thought
(which bears now only a firm impression of you.)

There your mosaic shape,
mingled with the bright liquid wings, haunts me
with fire too bright to live by, and smoke
darker than any shade of sleep.
No parentheses could make excuse
better than the nothing that you said.
When you drew defenses away,
when you stared out plainly as the
eye of the sun
maybe you lived - 
but think of our solitudes.
    (You are a body of young ground, ruined
    beneath the prostrate weight of some forsaken lover;
    I am that sad unbeloved, crushed inwardly
    by the lonely ground beside me.)

Are we such blindly batting birds
or is this labyrinth made of window glass?
Not only the walls, but the floors are crystal-clear.
There is no thoughtful dirt to receive our deaths.

    (You were a body that spun
    into the sea instead.)


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Once they had escaped Crete, Icarus became exhilarated by flight. Ignoring his father's warning, he flew higher and higher.

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  • Skybow silver member
    June 15
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    Congratulations on the Bronze, this poem was hauntingly beautiful.


  • Blue Rew silver member
    June 12
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    I find myself firmly ensconced in prisms of meaning and symbolic jewels. "There is no thoughtful dirt to receive our deaths" comes across more profound with each additional read.
    A write that calls for pliant perspectives when
    pondering. I do enjoy such elastic verse. Blue


    • Mr Violet
      June 13
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      Thank you! I loved this comment. It's very encouraging.

      with love,
      DL


  • catgirl
    June 2
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    I like your poem very much. I will post a new one for everyone. OKAY!


  • Jornada
    May 30

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    An interesting twist on the Greek myth. Although I support most of the principles of classical education, I was pleased to see someone take a potshot at Greek mythology in the last education conference which I attended--it just doesn't have a Christian viewpoint. It wasn't until after the coming of Christ that such stern lessons from a rigid scheme of affairs were relieved by the hope of the Gospel.

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