Icarus (Photo credit: Jim Moran)
He was a shooting star
Across a desolate sky
A moment of brilliance
In a blanket of darkness
He shined briefly
Before he fell
Icarus personified
Climbing his stairway
To sunlit heaven
Before his own shining
Rivalled the fire
And burnt itself out
He was a supernova
Delicious disaster
Siren call to hundreds
A captivating black hole
Drawing us in
To the undoing
Of his nothingness
Shooting star
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Astropoetry today. 🙂
Yep, thanks!! 🙂 🙂
One would like to think one’s light burnt a fraction longer than a shooting star, but like a lot of things in life there are those who are one hit wonders. Sometimes we exhibit so much potential only to die an inglorious death, all very disappointing really. Oh my Helen but that’s all pessimistic isn’t it. Such a thought provoking poem.
Thanks Michael, the Icarus myth is a sad one. 🙂 🙂
It sure is.