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| Memorial by dongringo @ deviantART |
One kiss.
Two hearts.
Three whispered words.
Four delighted grandparents.
Five years of deployments, waiting, and homecomings.
Six men in black in a somber parade with a flag-draped casket.
Seven rifles, each fired three times, a final salute to the hero of her heart.
14 comments:
Love this-- almost a children's counting poem, but 7 is a number shown to be too bleak a journey for a child. I am moved by both the sad reality of this poem and the way it honors the war dead.
solemn, simple and honoring...you take us on quite the journey and bring honor to those that have served...
very strong. Simple and beautiful. Excellent
Very powerful visuals all through this. They sometimes have to pay such a high price.
This tells the story of the journey so well - starting off with happiness, hopes and dreams, and then the sad reality of someone gone too soon. Beautifully written.
wow. This has so much depth to it and tells a story through visuals, I just love how you did this. chokes you up a bit with the last line, and the build up to it. Great write. thanks
beautiful and heartbreaking.
This is heart breaking. The way you've written this really is powerful. Thank you.
I love each snapshot ~ You told a story in 7 compact lines ~ Cheers ~
I am a fan of using numbers in poetry, and you did that to great effect. I am also a fan of the message....you spread it well with this one.
short but packed a punch...
So very good...love how you did this. Packs a real heart breaking punch.
Reverent and powerful in few words. Wow!
the things hearts are made to carry...
we can count them, but the counting is never accurate.
get down far enough and the numbers turn to hollowness. each one carving out the too-large emptiness a little more.
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