Wings are to Icarus as I am to...?
Well I don't work today until 8 o'clock tonight...until midnight. Ew.
Spending the day catching up on laundry, balancing my checkbook, and so on. Little tedious things that make me want to pull my hair out.
I haven't written much poetry lately, and I've had one on my mind for about a week. Normally I don't have any sort of "plan" when I sit down and write. I don't start with a title, or a line...sometimes one will jumpstart things, but most of the time, it's just whatever feels like coming out, comes out.
But this time, I have a title. And several lines.
I just have to DO it.
Financially, I have decided, my life is like Icarus. To escape poverty and debt, I got a job...like Icarus got his wings. And he was told not to fly too close to the sun...and here I am, spending money like Sherman went through Georgia. Now I'm overdrawn, and Icarus is dead, having drowned in the damn sea.
...I feel for ya, Icarus.
Spending the day catching up on laundry, balancing my checkbook, and so on. Little tedious things that make me want to pull my hair out.
I haven't written much poetry lately, and I've had one on my mind for about a week. Normally I don't have any sort of "plan" when I sit down and write. I don't start with a title, or a line...sometimes one will jumpstart things, but most of the time, it's just whatever feels like coming out, comes out.
But this time, I have a title. And several lines.
I just have to DO it.
Financially, I have decided, my life is like Icarus. To escape poverty and debt, I got a job...like Icarus got his wings. And he was told not to fly too close to the sun...and here I am, spending money like Sherman went through Georgia. Now I'm overdrawn, and Icarus is dead, having drowned in the damn sea.
...I feel for ya, Icarus.