Leaving again
The sun sits loudly in my rear view
I can’t see till I see you
Cruise control, so I’m not tempted
4 wheels makes me no biped
Not a man with these idle feathers
I’m still, I’m still hers
Hydrogen atom, floating between
Alone for now, and temporarily serene
Oncoming traffic is flowing chlorine
I’ll hide in this valentine balloon
Don’t let go and i'll see you soon
I’m not ambitious
Still im Icarus
The sun is so jealous of you
It’s you I’m flying too close to
But this highway goes both ways
So, like a schoolgirl, I’m counting our days
Lauren S
12th grade
Writing is cathartic. Life is a book, and for me, the figurative is often more accurate than the literal. I hate reading what I write, but I like writing it. So even if I don't like my life, maybe I'll like living it.
Context for the poem:
Chlorine is not flammable, but may react explosively or form explosive compounds with many common substances (including acetylene, ether, turpentine, ammonia, natural gas, hydrogen, and finely divided metals).
Plato defined man as a featherless biped (idiot)
Daedalus, a mythical inventor, created wings made of feathers and wax to escape from Crete with his son,Icarus. He ignored his father's warnings and flew too close to the sun. His wings melted and he fell into the sea where he met his end.