Is Icarus about the flight or the unnoticed loss?
Margo Rody offered the flight today with a nod to Icarus one of my passions for images and metaphors this is where I went today. I hope you will fallow my flight.
A Confession and A Blessing
It is quiet now
Icarus has sunk beneath the foam.
I no longer need to watch the skies
distracted I looked away.
He was here than gone.
Quiet longing or
long for quiet is
that my sin? Must someone
always fall and fail?
A parent, a teacher the President?
Children die, are lost
beneath the silent foam to
seas becalmed.
May steady hands and vigilant eyes
keep our children’s song
forever sailing upward.
Touching – thanks.
That was a good reason to watch the Super Bowl.
Thank you for the poem and the warning to have my hanky close by. I’m a weeper, so this and the video did it. I find these two lines particularly compelling:
Icarus has sunk beneath the foam.
I no longer need to watch the skies
You may have guessed this is not the first time I have written from the myth of Icarus and you picked the lines entered this world with today…stay tuned there may be more…Thank you for the opportunity to put this all together.
You’re a laugher so I knew you would also be a weeper
A really lovely and sensative write, Carol. Well done.
Thank you Misky
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