icarus
Wise words he gravely said,
“Now, remember my son,
don’t get close to the sun
because you’ll get fried.”
the end
when you come to the end of the lupine,
try to fly.
Don’t crawl back down to the ground.
Map
Map/ araschnia levana
Lost, we seek a map
to our existence;
meaning to our meaningless lives
fragile wings
battered in life’s transience
buffeted by stormy winds.
golden fritillary day
dark green fritillary
today is like no other
because it is
a golden fritillary day
suspension
time hangs heavy on us
weighed down by hardships
and frustration
with efforts in suspension
buffeted by time.
Irritation
Irritation may be my name
but inspiration is my game.
When you’re furious with my interminable buzzing
that’s when you’ll become enlightened.
