There is power in movement,
and nature’s poses
know them all.
The spinning of the saw,
how did I get so close?
Professional jealousy
led to my downfall.
Locked in a masterpiece,
a heavily guard room with a view.
But, caged birds can fly
even when they’ve never seen sky.
How did I get so close?
I sketched wings at night
to power my own dreams.
Cautions worth repeating:
fly sure, giddy son, and swiftly.
Aspirations lost to me
burying my namesake in the sea.
How did I get so close?
Learn from my mistakes, about
the ego and the trips it takes.
Featured image titled “Daedalus” by Tomasz Tobolewski
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
I listened to the music… was that a hit? I don’t recognise either the artist’s name or the track name, but it is many years since I listened to contemporary music.
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Hi! This is a relatively new song. It came out just last year. I enjoy selectively listening to new music, as it’s like trying a new recipe or visiting a new city, but I also love many different musical genres both old and new. Cheers!
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It sounded very “new style” to me, does that make sense? I mostly listen to artists I know nowadays. I find I like clasical more as I get older, too.
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good poem; love the last two lines 🙂
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Thanks, John. They’re my two favorite lines, too. KK
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