Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Mustered Strength

He lived through his hitch
made a toast to victory and
drank a pitcher with his buds

and then another and another

so he could muster up
the strength to go home

wheelchair bound.

@laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: 3WW (drank, hitch, muster)

17 comments:

jaerose said...

That ending..sobering..truly..the consequence screaming but not told..excellent piece..Jae

kaykuala said...

Tragedies of war can bring out the elements of a 'hero' in men despite injuries. Great verse!

Hank

Eva Gallant said...

Stark realism in your verse.

Bethe77 said...

Sad reality!
Even sadder is I know someone like this. Great capture and work with the words today!
Blessings

anthonynorth said...

Great words, and the last line brings it all home.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow, this one really socks it home. So many young men........ wheelchair bound. Packs a punch. Great poem.

Nanka said...

Well put and so much truth!! .... and how celebrations beyond a limit can go horribly wrong!!

Berowne said...

Powerful, meaningful; beautifully written.

Sheilagh Lee said...

So true not everyone comes home from war in one piece some have visible scars like a wheelchair others have internal scars

Mary said...

You did well with these three DIFFICULT words!

oldegg said...

The feeling of mateship shines though this sobering piece.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Trenchant and perfect, Moskowitz

MaryA said...

Once again, I didn't expect that ending. I alway look forward to seeing what you have written.

Altonian said...

Strong, apt and meaningful.
Very well done.

Laurie Kolp said...

Thank you to everyone!

Brian Miller said...

those last two words spin this whole thing emotionally...nice piece laurie...and thank you. smiles.

miss pie said...

ahhh, the wonderful taste of lightness... with feathered wings