Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Hero Comments

Rating: 4.6

The worn face slumbers behind cracked rims,
Breath rasps into broken lungs
And leaks back out in a wheeze. A moment seems
To hang like Old Spice, the grim
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Matthew Leggett
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Michael Pruchnicki 15 May 2008

Good work and keen insight into the anonymous death of a forgotten hero, whose tarnished medals with their faded ribbons lie on the worn dresser. I think your poem expresses more than one woman's comment about the hero being used and then just thrown away like discarded trash. You touch the universal tragedy of the human condition. The hero in your poem dies quietly, a good man gone to his rest. Left unsaid in a brief poem but strongly implied is the life he lived from the action that won him his medals through the years to his quiet end.

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Ernestine Northover 13 April 2008

A very moving poem Matthew, you have captured the loneliness of our forsaken heroes. Used and then just thrown away. Very well produced. Love Ernestine XXX

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Paul Butters 12 April 2008

Good expressive poem. Serious for a 17 year old maybe but that's better than silliness. Gave it a nine so you keep aiming for 10. Paul.

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