Casually swept past the orange flame, father’s call in tow,
Lung, tooth and nail, a swirl of air sweet to the taste.
A god who gave you this smile, the man who gave you this
Scrap of godliness that sent your soul grinning.
In this world, it all ended well. All sweat and exhaustion
Breeding the silent current of survival, disappointment,
Borne patiently by brown earth and water.
Where, only where, the eye can fall,
So the heart does not rend.
This poem has been submitted to this week’s short story slam.
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June 14, 2011 at 5:29 pm
superb.
Glad to see you share.
Happy Reading.
😉
June 14, 2011 at 9:39 pm
“So the heart does not rend.”
Lovely. Nice job.
June 15, 2011 at 12:17 pm
I love the last line and I find the story of Icarus fascinating much we could learn from mythology Great job!
June 27, 2011 at 2:22 pm
It is rare for me to hum and nod while reading other people’s poem, but you are singing my song and it sounds even sweeter in your voice, which only makes sense since it is your song too.
July 1, 2011 at 12:55 am
Short Story Slam Week 4 is still open for submission,
Come on in,
We love your creativity/talent…
Happy Thursday!
Love & hugs.
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