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Icarus (Powder Blue)

Icarus (Powder Blue)

Icarus flyingΒ 
Mesmerising
Putting on a fine show
Although he's a suffererΒ 
Of vertigo

Β 
Sky so blue
Artificial glue
Holds the feathers tight
Against natural winds
Illusions of flight

Luck, like weatherΒ 
Doesn't last foreverΒ 
Soaring higher
Glue starts melting
Like fatΒ In the fryerΒ 
Β 
Circling the highest summit
He suddenly starts to plummetΒ 
Residue of melting glueΒ 
Stains ertsaz wings
Powder blue

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Syd

Thank you Lisa. I'm glad you enjoyed this one. It's a bit abstract I know.

- SydΒ 

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Syd

Happy memories I hope. Enjoy the Halloween season ?‍♀️??

- SydΒ 

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John Coggins

Oh yeah! I love this Syd! Very cool abstract verse! Nice one ☺

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Syd

Cheers John. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. I'm definitely becoming more abstract. Thanks for stopping by.

- SydΒ 

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Larry Ran

My Dear Syd,

What a powerful write, using Icarus as a metaphor, for people so high on drugs, who eventually, come crashing back down.
I think you should submit it to NA.

Peace and Love,
Larry xxx

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Syd

Hi Larry, I never thought of that. What a great idea.

Take care - Syd xxxΒ 

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