I was born in your abyss,
along with many other creatures.
We huddled in your translucent blanket,
sheltering in the darkness,
thriving in suspended incubation.
Oblivious to the threats outside,
we had you to protect us.
Always ready to become a martyr,
throw yourself on the rocks,
the crushing sound of your body our lullaby.
And we grew,
And we grew.
And when we reached the surface,
we forgot about you.
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A great poem. Yes, we thought we could grow into the sky without crashing.And how blessed your human mother is to have a son with a concept of mother like that, (Tell her!) Off topic comment below, or is it?
KITE “Two roads diverged in a ….”
dedicated to George and Greece
strong winds, nevertheless rushing
to reach the sun
blinded to its trajectory chartering
crashing Icarus into hard rocks
punishment: bagged up till
waiting for gentle yet decisive winds,
slow ascent in spiraling circles,
taking the time
to take in the beauty
of the lingering morning clouds
and the sunshine rippling on the waves
and the inner child’s laughter
and the silence.
meeting unchartered territory.
curiosity and reflection.
ready to put its roots
into the newly found terrain.
by Kassandra Antigone