Icarus died lucky,(aka) Writers block is a bitch.

Unable to fly,.........
No wind to provide lift.

Icarus died lucky.

At least he was able to scoop
golden apples from the sun.

Now I seemingly await clearance from the
blind and mute air traffic controller of the soul.

With broken wings
It's hard to sing.

 

wow. wow. with broken wings it's hard to sing. wow. i can't think right now. my brain is racked with too many philosophicl thoughts

 

I like this very much, maybe because I'm familier with
the mythical flight, yes my name is spelt wrong too,
internet timing, what can I say, it was all it allowed me
at the time.
But can anyone blame Icarus, he wanted to live in his
youth, maybe only one flight, but it is a good day to die!
Peace,
Devon Knight ~ / Icurus

 

And in case any ONE wanted to know what I look like, put
all one length hair to shoulders on the picture of Jim, and wall-La,
D ~

 

I flew today,...

Touche'

 

I love the simplicity of the words. The stanza breaks are perfect.