Icarus in Green
Every verse weaves Another feather into the armature of wax and green branches.
I grow bolder as the plumage thickens turning my arms into wings Light and strong enough to dare the sky Now aloft, Am I not Icarus reborn?
I stretch, I soar, arms burning, giddy
Hungry for her unquenchable fire
The Sun
My radiant unreachable marble
Composing line after rhyme I grasp for the living, life-giving inferno A verbal photosynthesis My wings of grass beat beat beat Greening for altitude
I sweat, not with the effort But the broil
A feather falls as wax softens But I compose green new feathers to keep me aloft Thrust abundant in the wax Beat after feet Line after rhyme
Climb! Son of Daedalus, climb! Climb! Above the gray clouds! Bask now in the heat of eternity's fire! Pound your emerald wings! Pound your pink thumbs on this tiny keyboard. Pound until the last feather falls
A green blizzard is coming A sudden final molting as the warm wax liquifies and runs
Oh treacherous wax! Oh melty melty wax!
I, Icarus 2.0, fall again. And even falling I belch green feathers of rhyme Slapping them to the barren contraption, They find no purchase The sticky residue no longer sticky enough
And still I fall And hit save
But my lines linger Wafting slowly down Their fate no less certain, All shall fall as I, To the oblivion of the sea But no feather falls as fast as I
And perhaps yet a fine feathered line will tickle the fancy of a passing breeze And ride upon her whim, Floating onward by some smiling zephyr's grace,
Float on, my green wafting child Float on
by Doodleslice 2012-12-30
I draw. I paint. I write poems. I try to spread positivity, love and happiness through my creations. I believe in the Earthlings - we are more good than evil. If you need proof, have a hug or a homemade chocolate chip cookie. If we can share those, then there is hope for us yet.
Digital art made on iPad by Doodleslice. Original poem by Doodleslice. About the Artist Doodleslice has been creating art for over thirty years in a variety of media, including painting, illustration, digital painting, hand-drawn animation, 3D animation, and other experimental formats as well as composing poetry. He studied with influential artists, including Grace Hartigan, Miriam Beerman, and Archie Rand.
Twitter: @doodleslice Instagram: @doodleslice
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Icarus in Green
Every verse weaves Another feather into the armature of wax and green branches.
I grow bolder as the plumage thickens turning my arms into wings Light and strong enough to dare the sky Now aloft, Am I not Icarus reborn?
I stretch, I soar, arms burning, giddy
Hungry for her unquenchable fire
The Sun
My radiant unreachable marble
Composing line after rhyme I grasp for the living, life-giving inferno A verbal photosynthesis My wings of grass beat beat beat Greening for altitude
I sweat, not with the effort But the broil
A feather falls as wax softens But I compose green new feathers to keep me aloft Thrust abundant in the wax Beat after feet Line after rhyme
Climb! Son of Daedalus, climb! Climb! Above the gray clouds! Bask now in the heat of eternity's fire! Pound your emerald wings! Pound your pink thumbs on this tiny keyboard. Pound until the last feather falls
A green blizzard is coming A sudden final molting as the warm wax liquifies and runs
Oh treacherous wax! Oh melty melty wax!
I, Icarus 2.0, fall again. And even falling I belch green feathers of rhyme Slapping them to the barren contraption, They find no purchase The sticky residue no longer sticky enough
And still I fall And hit save
But my lines linger Wafting slowly down Their fate no less certain, All shall fall as I, To the oblivion of the sea But no feather falls as fast as I
And perhaps yet a fine feathered line will tickle the fancy of a passing breeze And ride upon her whim, Floating onward by some smiling zephyr's grace,
Float on, my green wafting child Float on
by Doodleslice 2012-12-30
I draw. I paint. I write poems. I try to spread positivity, love and happiness through my creations. I believe in the Earthlings - we are more good than evil. If you need proof, have a hug or a homemade chocolate chip cookie. If we can share those, then there is hope for us yet.
Digital art made on iPad by Doodleslice. Original poem by Doodleslice. About the Artist Doodleslice has been creating art for over thirty years in a variety of media, including painting, illustration, digital painting, hand-drawn animation, 3D animation, and other experimental formats as well as composing poetry. He studied with influential artists, including Grace Hartigan, Miriam Beerman, and Archie Rand.
Twitter: @doodleslice Instagram: @doodleslice