The lonely bird that flew too fast,
and then out flew his flock.
The things flown over in his past,
would now put him in shock.
His motive ever seeming clear,
he dashed right through the air.
His ending never seeming near,
he raced to make it there.
His flocks almost a memory,
Slipping from his mind's sight.
He fills his head with false stories,
to help him sleep at night.
His wings have gotten very sore,
from his never ending race.
He now wishes there was no more,
and he was in his place.
His flock still waits for his return,
some day he'll find his way.
This Icarus who once was burned,
is Sisyphus today.
Author notes
This is about my dad.
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huh
I can't identify exactly what it was about your father that would cause you to write a poem with such a tragic tone... but I still love it :-)
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It was an off the cuff after I did something stupid to that hurt my dad's feelings. Strangely I wrote the poem before I knew I had hurt his feelings. -
Just a guess,
Maybe he might of left at a young age?,.. he's not in any other poems.. that mention his childhood.. and hence a used Icarus, someone flying away,.. Just a guess, i'm probably wrong.. -
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that is what I was leaning towards and that he was reckless
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yea
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Good poem, sad meaning.
I get what you mean, I'm sorry Enoq, I love the use of sisyphus at the end though
, going from icarus flying away to sisyphus rolling his huge stone up a hill,.. Great poem, i don't know why but the beginning stanza something feels like it doesn't fit i just can't put my finger on it,...
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