One Single Impression: Icarus
The Meeting of Icarus and Amelia Earhart
Twas a somber yet happy occurrence
Icarus moldering in his watery grave
Amelia tending to this young man's wounds
Each had thoughts of the world as theirs to save
Icarus his escape simple but sure
flapping wings of wax soared high unquestioned
Amelia flew borne by her ego great
Each flying madly with care abandoned
Icarus at the Aegean Sea's bottom
she worlds away learned not through his mistake
he oblivious those eons before
Each alone grieving in cold watery fate
Alone is alone meeting cannot be
The world goes on heroism's not free
Top Picture: The Lament for IcarusCourtesy of Wikipedia
Lower Right Picture: Amelia 1936
Courtesy of Wikipedia
Amelia Earhart Story
Courtesy of Wikipedia
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Prompt suggested by Titanium at Element 22
Find more poems at One Single Impression using "Icarus" as prompt
Labels: One Single Impression, Rhyme, Sonnet, Story, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 6/06/2010 12:04:00 AM
15 comments
15 Comments:
A thoughtful combination of two high-flyers!
Couldn't relate with the other character.. butenjoyed reading the tale weaved so well.. very different take on the prompt..
It was clever to incorporate those two. Nice one.
We keep striving for the brilliance despite the dangers. I love how you compared the two high flyers.
What a wonderful take on the prompt...your poem had such a lyrical feel and the words flowed so smoothly. Beautiful!
So true. Heroism has a price. A nice conjunction of stories and ideas!
A neat blending of past and present mythical beings. And, yes, alone is alone. And silent.
very nice one Jim.I still can not think around the word... it will take time.
Two tales to technology failure wrapped up with ego. Nice.
Oh, didn't they soar? Nice work!
A beautiful poem about Icarus!
I read about Icarus in wikipedia...
But did not come across Amelia, only in your poem. Maybe I had done limited reading.
Alone is alone? Could be?
Am on blogging break I dunno how long but will bloghop when inclined!
You spinned it very well..
help me rewrite Greek tragedies
Also, please do hop on the Monday Poetry Train
Neatly woven, these two tales of flight and fancy. There is a little of them in each one of us, I think.
Your poem is so beautiful!
that is a great combo jim....wings that weakened under the strain...
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