Flying Too Close To The Sun Poem by William Jackson
Flying Too Close To The Sun
Flying too close to the sun,
I lost my way.
Wings on fire
but still dying
to escape
gravity
I landed
only momentarily
in an awkward attempt
to get my bearings.
Then as I leaped again,
you slipped a tether
around my ankle
in a desperate ploy
to bungee me back
to the edge of your world.
Sadly you cannot undo
the fact that I left you
a long long time ago,
and …
radical adjustment,
however sincere,
on your part
is simply
not enough
to overcome
the damage done.
I wish
I could
muster up
all the feelings
I had
for you
in the past,
but…
those days
are gone,
and flying
solo
and much
much too close
to the sun,
I have lost
my way.
Indeed, William - it is not the one that tries to tether us but the one who lifts us up that will show us where we belong. We were meant to soar... and personally, I'd rather be lost in the big blue than unwittingly and unfortunately grounded. Call me crazy, but I want the one that makes 'over the moon' something more than a cliche expression. Well presented piece. I could go on about it for a while - which is to say I rather like it. : ] Christine
William, or Icarus...? I love this poem, and am deeply stirred by your raw emotion. Keep up your amazing work. Effie.
A spare and eloquent write, the form linked to the emotion. Pain and art are oft linked - you limn this connection, in this eloquent work. - Will
This is so sad William. How many times in life do we have to release something dear...to hold onto something more so...and how devastating when we realize we can never have it back. I love this one for so many reasons.: o) bj
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This poem seems to say a lot about experience does it not? Experience that permits you to see directions you no longer wish to take, or places you can’t go back to. Experience that makes you feel alone on a journey and yet liberated. And the poem flows splendidly as well, very nicely done.