I’m falling like Icarus
From heavenly fields
With soul-constricting sensations
But this breathless flight would
Ease
Instantly caught in silken bed folds
Of an innermost-salvage
Giving the feeling of the lightness
Of an artist’s being
Only his caring Muse would so
Provide
At most times of soul-nagging
Pains
Life’s erring about
In its dark and hellfire labyrinth
Of its deepest innerness
All poets worth their creative
Metal
Could instantly relate to.
FALLING.GNILLAF
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’20.
