Sunday, June 06, 2010

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 Icarus
Courtesy of
Wikipedia

Lower Right Picture: Amelia 1936
Courtesy of
Wikipedia

Amelia Earhart Story
Courtesy of
Wikipedia


Poem Copyright
© 2010 Jimmiehov
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Prompt suggested by Titanium at Element 22
Find more poems at One Single Impression using "Icarus" as prompt

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15 Comments:

At Saturday, June 05, 2010 11:12:00 PM, Blogger Rinkly Rimes said...

A thoughtful combination of two high-flyers!

 
At Sunday, June 06, 2010 2:07:00 AM, Blogger Ramesh Sood said...

Couldn't relate with the other character.. butenjoyed reading the tale weaved so well.. very different take on the prompt..

 
At Sunday, June 06, 2010 2:41:00 AM, Blogger anthonynorth said...

It was clever to incorporate those two. Nice one.

 
At Sunday, June 06, 2010 5:25:00 AM, Blogger Nessa said...

We keep striving for the brilliance despite the dangers. I love how you compared the two high flyers.

 
At Sunday, June 06, 2010 6:43:00 AM, Blogger Sweetest in the Gale said...

What a wonderful take on the prompt...your poem had such a lyrical feel and the words flowed so smoothly. Beautiful!

 
At Sunday, June 06, 2010 6:46:00 AM, Blogger Carina said...

So true. Heroism has a price. A nice conjunction of stories and ideas!

 
At Sunday, June 06, 2010 7:06:00 AM, Blogger SandyCarlson said...

A neat blending of past and present mythical beings. And, yes, alone is alone. And silent.

 
At Sunday, June 06, 2010 7:56:00 AM, Anonymous shraddha said...

very nice one Jim.I still can not think around the word... it will take time.

 
At Sunday, June 06, 2010 2:06:00 PM, Anonymous Pam said...

Two tales to technology failure wrapped up with ego. Nice.

 
At Sunday, June 06, 2010 8:14:00 PM, Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Oh, didn't they soar? Nice work!

 
At Monday, June 07, 2010 5:21:00 AM, Blogger Amity said...

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!

 
At Monday, June 07, 2010 11:25:00 AM, Blogger gautami tripathy said...

You spinned it very well..

help me rewrite Greek tragedies

Also, please do hop on the Monday Poetry Train

 
At Tuesday, June 08, 2010 10:54:00 AM, Blogger Titanium said...

Neatly woven, these two tales of flight and fancy. There is a little of them in each one of us, I think.

 
At Wednesday, June 09, 2010 11:05:00 AM, Anonymous Short Poems said...

Your poem is so beautiful!

 
At Wednesday, June 09, 2010 7:20:00 PM, Anonymous one more believer said...

that is a great combo jim....wings that weakened under the strain...

 

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