(Icarus III, oil on panel, by Katherine Stone)
Dash this heart
against the rocks--
the lack of urgency
terrifies me.
I'd rather splatter,
shatter, be Icarus
after
than exist
another minute
Like a songbird
stayed
in the hour
before dawn,
and everyone
asleep.
9 comments:
Haunting image.
Wait a minute Sarah, I am never asleep at that hour so if you want to sing, i will hear and i will count it a prize for me alone. Let them be dashed who dare to sleep when the nights music trills.
Charles, I agree.
Mark, I believe you. You've been listening a long time.
Thank you for saying just the right thing.
A little gem, Sara. Nicely crafted.
Thanks so much, Carl. I appreciate your stopping by. (And I'm sorry for never responding to your kind email some weeks/months ago.)
Sara, please e-mail me at VerseWrights@gmail.com. If you choose not to publish some poems on VerseWrights, that is fine, but I would at least like to investigate the possibility with you. Thank you so much.
--Carl
This will be my last try. Sarah, would you please contact me? We have 250 fine poets, and I would love to see you join them. I will not bother you again if I do not hear back.--Carl
its such a lovely poem Sarah
Smitha, thank you. :)
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