I think the beauty (for me) of each of these poems is each day I get a fortune and sit down at the computer with no idea what kind of poetry I’m going to write. (Except Sundays, which are supposed to be haiku, but I forgot about that last week…)

Today’s fortune immediately brought to mind the story of Daedalus, who tried to soar too high using wings that were his own, but not natural. So I used that as my jumping off point. Let me know if you can figure out what kind of poetry I used.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.

Daedalus Falls
By Michelle Garren-Flye

Divine wind, bear me ever up
above the clouds to the heavens.
Everyone’s watching, I can’t fail!
Don’t let me down, help me soar.
Ask me not how I dare to dream, but
let me spread these aching wings and
unite me with the gods I long to see—
suppose you do!

Flight is all I’ve ever dreamed
about but what’s this sudden
lack of light about—the gathering clouds?
Love fails me now, devotions unheard…
so this is how it ends.