Deterioration

April 6, 2009
By lele6123 BRONZE, Batavia, Illinois
lele6123 BRONZE, Batavia, Illinois
2 articles 1 photo 4 comments

The morning,
The sun over one small isle of green land



—smells of freshly-disturbed ground:



roots and rot—
Wax and feathers,

A father’s loving, protective words



—heard but not heeded—






Wasted.

High noon,
The roll of the deep blue, oppressing horizon



—roaring a challenge to young ears,



low, but defined, dignified—
Brilliance and warmth,

Arms spread wide, light-bringing angel



—craving the heavens,



unyielding in pursuit—







Falling.


The author's comments:
Inspired by some friends of mine and the Greek myth about Icarus.

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on May. 16 2009 at 7:28 pm
TheRealAriel1995 PLATINUM, Highland Village, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"See in what peace a Christian can die." - Joseph Addison
"How come everyone will come to your funeral, but nobody will come see you when you are living?"

I love Greek mythology! It rocks! i love your style of writing. And you're very well written. GREAT job! :)



P.S.: I also like the pic. good choice. I'm a California girl, hence why i like the beach pic.


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