when the heart is heard
Daedalus in the sky,
awarded wings of flame,
far above the goatherd
where reed flutes sing their claim.
Plaintive notes ascend,
and from burnished horizon
Icarus’ heart is heard.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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good write my friend
Many thanks, friend 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome, enjoyed the read
When aspirations raise above nature's rules and the will of the gods. Wax melts and hopes fall. A builder of Labyrinths and wooden cows watched his disobedient son fall from the sky separated from the wings he had built. How many parents acceding to filial demands have felt this guilt. Nicely written Cryptic
A haunting tale learnt as a child and still rouses the Muse a few times each year. Thanks, Soren🙏🏻🕊️
You are always most welcome my friend
Nicely said.
Thanks, Friendship. Much appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️
You're so welcome.🌹
I blame the parents, running before you can walk, or flying before your wings grow.
We've devolved as parents in the last century it seems. And still dropping.
Should have gone up at Night. But a good message here. Good Words .
Just heard recently that my Mother used to bathe me in Australian Larger when I was a Baby. Came as a Shock to know I was 'Fostered'.
Ahahah! Good one Kevin 🤩🙏🕊️
Good write A.
Thanks O 🙏🕊️
Arqios, what a lovely piece. I especially enjoy how the poem keeps one foot in myth and the other in music. By the end, what lingers isn't the flight itself but the heart behind it...and that feels exactly right. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks Tittu, for that astute reading! 🙏🕊️
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