Notice of absence from Damaso
I miss you friends
I miss you friends
I dreamed of strange birds
from primitive skies
without faces or beaks, breathing
accompanying the sun's march
guard dogs of the air
do not climb any higher
eyes close on their own
strong instinct opens
strange noises tickle the bark
arguing in silence without being
my forehead scratches with light, the vault
I release Pegasus, no longer shivering
sign of my hands they move, they gesticulate
I cross my entire being before you today.
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Author:
Pari4 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I had to fly lower, that mouse is going to leave a mark on my forehead betraying the cry of my madness, I solemnly let the sun in.
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Comments3
Greek mythology pervades this poem and is always good as metaphors
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and leave your words of encouragement. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'll try to describe it as best I can. Best regards, as always, a pleasure.
I have often trled to fly and reach out further but I have met many Zeus's along the way, making it very difficult to get off the ground, enjoyed the read
Wow, I get it. It reminds me of Odysseus and his misfortune upon returning home. I wanted to clumsily portray a beautiful dream to try to understand it in its mysterious form. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and leave your words of support. Always a pleasure. Best regards.
You are very welcome
Well written
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and leave your words of encouragement. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Best regards.
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