Whatever ink cartographers wield
to tease the ridge of a mountain
from the ambient edge of the sky
puddles under the cleats of my son
as he fords the distance between
Osiris and Icarus
between the eye-lidded horizon
of a father's consternation
and the projectiled release
of a clay pigeon rising.
If you stretched a bowline
from the cleat of Sydney's harbor
to the red rock's ascent above
the pulsing rib-caged womb
of a continent, you'd transect
the yesterday of a footprint unpressed
upon a Blue Mountain unimagined
when I rummaged through his eye
and found a man with a ticket
to tomorrow.
Wowww as u picture your son with dreams of his future and you watching his life unfold, you express and relate the feel awesomely in great poetic eloquence. I liked the mention of Icarus to the features. Kudos. Pls plz do review/ comment my newest poem too, titled, " Llama drama ' maybe it will give u a chuckle..
Very nice and a meaningful write. Enjoyed. Thanks for posting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such beautiful heart and soul meet together in this! .. Ever so inspiring! .. Definite 5 Stars! ...+++++