Written for:  Sunday Muse #193

“James Dean playing the bongos, NYC, 1955. Photographed by Dennis Stock ”
No better sensation
than playing
music with my
buddies.  Studied
with them by watching
and picking up that
bongo rhythm in my
fingers.  I linger with
them, enjoying my time
off the movie set.  What
a life!  Feel like I could
live forever.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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23 Responses to Sensation

  1. Carrie V. H. says:

    A wonderful write Sara and that last line really packs a punch. Hope your new year is starting off great!


  2. Rob Kistner says:

    What an ironic last line Sara — too quick burns the wick!


  3. pvcann says:

    In a sense he has lived on as a legend, I like the rhythm of your lines.


  4. wyndolynne says:

    Eternity in an instant.


  5. Beverly Crawford says:

    So talented, so troubled, so gone! All those young dreams unfulfilled.


  6. Helen Dehner says:

    I can sit at my desk and imagine James Dean thinking what you wrote … feeling like what you wrote. Cheers to you!!!


  7. Truedessa says:

    So sad, that he was gone too soon! A reminder to enjoy each moment. Happy New Year!


  8. Jim says:

    There is comradery in playing with a band group. More so than with a choir group though, I’ve done that. My oldest son still does play Drummer with their garage band which has played since the 70’s. They do get paid gigs sometimes as warm up music for the main event.


  9. I love the comradeship displayed in this piece.


  10. msjadeli says:

    I like what you see in the photo, Sara. Making music does make us immortal, I think.


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