Icarus’ desire sought the sun
and wrought a father’s sorrow,
a dance with Fate might melt,
but what of the glory of the sun?
What sheer magnificence he saw.
How wonderful Icarus’ view –
that he could gaze upon the sun,
and indeed, the world, as he did?
Published by Robert E Cano II
Poetry was my first foray into writing. Freeverse, complete with the requisite teenage angst that's far too overplayed, and then finally form poetry in various forms. Now, I'm a writer of short stories, novellas, novels and various forms of commentary, along with my first love - poetry. I am an editor as well, seeking to help my fellow authors in their endeavors to produce quality work.
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