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When freedom is too much to ask
from molted feathers dabbed with wax
Such is the tale of Icarus
knowing enough and ignorance
Soaring to heights he'd never known
to places men had never flown
Forgetting self and words of warning
the ache for power became alarming
Transcending human limitations
rising too high into the heavens
The son and sun, a fateful pair
feathers and man fell through the air
Fathers and sons bring complications
the rise and fall from expectations
The need to please, AND over ambition
can lead to painful consequences
Leaving the lessons to be learned
when pushed too far, you might get burned
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (7)
I enjoyed your rhyming poem about Icarus… especially: “ The son and sun, a fateful pair feathers and man fell through the air Fathers and sons bring complications the rise and fall from expectations”
This is an awesome line: 'The son and sun, a fateful pair'. Great poem!
Oh, nice, Kelli<3
Eloquently penned and perfectly stated!
Lessons and ideas well learned when reading this poem. Good job.
Oh this is lovely!
Like a distilled master’s class on the meaning of the story and how it still applies. Well done!