Icaro Poem by Celine Socrates

Icaro

Rating: 5.0


We come to the conclusion
that falling stars bear
the weight
of a child’s fingers groping for
hands
to keep him still.

There resounds silence, there—
where the last inflamed meteor
burns raging cold.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ency Bearis 26 September 2011

nice metaphor, great piece

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