Consolation Prize.

This is an outcome of a dialogue in a film that touched me.Sally told Harry that she was tired of being his consolation prize in "Harry Met Sally"

 

Why was I just a consolation prize?

Not your winning trophy

 

“Why rank yourself

Along with other glamour accolades

It was like an acclaim

On a different plain

With a different relevance”

You argued

 

I think I know

It was like

The critic’s award

In favor of

A box office flop

Not a popular category

For the mainstream hit

Nor the star value

Nor the dazzle to be sported

Yet a certain intrinsic worth

 

But that wouldn’t ever

Be sought after

Nor would people flock to see

It would fade out

 

Maybe to be revived

Much later

By a more discerning audience

And considered worthwhile

When it was no more

Reviews

Well stated and interesting perspective. The poem captures another essence in the movie and goes deeper along.

A great piece.

[Tania Leigh]

Wonderful metaphor here....and that was a good movie :-)

"Maybe to be revived
Much later
By a more discerning audience
And considered worthwhile"

To quote a phrase from film editing: "Cut to the chase" and fast forward right past the person that doesn't consider you to be their "winning trophy"......life is too short not to. Nice work.

[forfila]

My dear Candle in the wind, you should and shall never come second to none.

You have a beautiful and mighty spirit that freely soars in your poetry,
I just hope the person of who you ask
"Why was I just a consolation prize?
Not your winning trophy"
Understands just how real, and complete your love is (was)

Sometimes guys become confussed if where they stand is not conveyed in simple words,,,,silly huh?
yes thats the truth though.

You are amazing and worthy of the highest love.

Love from,
Me

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Isn't that always the way? Popular years later...when people have seemingly forgotten all about it. Personally I think the only good line in that particular movie was; "I'll have what she's having" I know you are making a different point here and I guess most of us (men & women) are trophys to a degree...not good for the equality battle, but who knows what goes on behind closed doors...and who really wants to know?
Another thoughtful piece.
Helen :)

[Phil Sanders]

Delightfully written ....

[Going...going...gone!]

It always happens, Rajrupa, that whoever you want to be the trophy of...doesn't bother or care enough to make you so......

It is only "a more discerning audience" that realizes your actual worth...and we are left with no choice other than to silently acknowledge that recognition...we are tied down in such a manner, at least in the social scene that we exist in, that we cannot openly accept that accolade and thank the persons acknowledging us.

A lovely piece that is so true to life that it makes one identify with it so...at least I do, and I'm sure you know that...

Thanks for putting down in words something that pulls at the heartstrings of so many others, who are unable to get it out of them so fabulously!

May God Bless You!

[Mayukh Das]

excellent.......

[Floating on the feather..]

How at times 'a thought just strikes you', you think about it for unending hours, they bog you so much that you want to immediately get rid of them and just pen down the thoughts. This is what i like about writers, they have a completely different perspective of looking at life, their scrutiny is always multi-dimensional.

Such a crucial question, which actually questions you existence. Are you actually just a consolation prize for someone who is the achievement of your life? .....

Very well written. The last stanza is really good.

[None]

I always wondered if he was HER consolation prize! What was she doing with Harry anyway? I really admire how you took a part of the movie and molded an entertaining and very precise poem about the feelings involved. I really like your words: "Nor the dazzle to be sported Yet a certain intrinsic worth"
What a wonderful idea about a revival in the last stanza "By a more discerning audience." Trophies gather dust, that's about it--I don't envy the trophy wives.