Saturday, September 3

James Dean

There is a tenuous link between this film personality and the following attempt at an Irish Sonnet I wrote today. I'd never heard of this particular sonnet form before, so I wrote down the rhyme scheme but not the name of the Blog on which I found it! If you recognise yourself as that blogger, please tell me where to find you again, and I'll add a link to your blog! Anyhow here's my offering.

Photographs give the lie to time,
capturing one moment in a frame.
Their magic is not easy to define,
for memory replays a different game
which doesn't guarantee to see the same
details locked within its secret room.
Its rose may answer to a different name,
with perfume tainted by an air of gloom
which leaves an aura of impending doom
to reminiscence of a bygone age,
enfolded as it is in every bloom.
Our players have already left the stage,
and though our sensibilities may rage,
our sadness at such loss we can't assuage.


Now I find d'Verse chose Silent Films for their prompt yesterday - And the coincidence of this film theme was too good to miss. I hope they forgive me...
I'm also linking this to Real Toads, if nobody minds...

14 comments:

  1. Neat encapsulation of the tricks that memory plays.

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  2. smiles. nothing to forgive....def a sense of nostalgia and photographs or film carry much more than images, but many memories as well...

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  3. No apologies needed. Great piece. Sometimes its the silent images and feling that survives anyway. Great post.

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  4. Sometimes we need to go back to our era of nostalgia. There is a reason why we long for the time that we were not even there.

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  5. Photographs spark memories and emotions from moments past. Beautiful capturing of those effects.

    Beth

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  6. what a wonderful photo for this prompt. So true,...
    for memory replays a different game
    which doesn't guarantee to see the same

    Glad you joined in!

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  7. Very nice, Penny. Several things floated through my mind as I read.

    One: I wish the me that I see in the photographs of the past was the me I see in the mirror. I find it somewhat unbelievable that I may one day look at today's photos and wish I still looked like that.

    And: It is wrenching to look at a photograph of someone who died shortly after, and realize that they had no clue it was all about to end.

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  8. I enjoyed the form, the photo, the whole darn thing! Thanks so much for sharing this with us at dVerse :)

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  9. Beautiful form and words..And I like that picture of that tragic star.. Great to see you here~

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  10. My son has studied James Dean for the past few weeks for his drama class at college. He will be him for a couple of hours this week in his class (mannerisms and all) and the teacher will be asking him a lot of questions as if he were interviewing James Dean. ...wish I could be there to see it.

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  11. We love to have your poetry on Real Toads, Jinksy. I am also not familiar with the Irish sonnet form, but I like it very much...and James Dean... I suppose there are some who can resist a rebel without a cause, but I'm not one of them.

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  12. Well, Jinksy, you have given me some homework. The sonnet is my favorite form, yet I’ve never heard of an Irish sonnet while claiming Irish heritage (maybe, kinda, sorta), so I’m going to have to learn about this form.

    Then, to select James Dean as the subject: priceless.

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