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Icarus

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #212.


Let's start a rumor of an urban legend
When the sky fell hard for the blacktop
Called itself Icarus and headed
to the beach, pressing over 85

We were lying three to a hammock
Under Keith's parents' beach house
Back when his dad still gave the weather
on Channel 5

When Icarus blew by
Blue sky comet on the asphalt twilight
Kissed our shoulders, lied.
Breeze says everything gets bright

When the sky blows through the night
When the sky blows through the night

Greetings and salutations! Glad to be back and writing. :) 

-- Chrissa

Comments

  1. Carrie BurttMay 28, 2022 at 6:13 PM

    I love the idea of an asphalt twilight kissing shoulders. That is a glorious line within an amazing poem of memories. So glad you are writing my friend!

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  2. Gillena CoxMay 29, 2022 at 5:42 AM

    Yes indeed, so many yarns to be weaved, so many stories still to be written.
    Bravo!!!
    Have a good Sunda Chrissa
    Thanks for dropping ny my blog

    Much💛love

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  3. Marion HortonMay 29, 2022 at 10:03 AM

    Who doesn't enjoy watching comets in the night sky?
    Love this, Chrissa.

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  4. HelenMay 29, 2022 at 10:27 AM

    Your poetry inspires, satisfies and thrills me ... every time.

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  5. FireblossomMay 30, 2022 at 7:18 AM

    I can feel the breeze! Such a sense of both the mythic and prosaic in this one, and the detail about weather on channel 5 made it so immediate and cemented the sense of things already blown past.

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  6. purplepeninportland.comJune 3, 2022 at 5:07 PM

    "Blue sky comet on the asphalt twilight" Great image!

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