on a tuesday.

by storyisking

Published March 17, 2013

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In Poeems

A/N: This is a short little piece (I deliberately left it short) I wrote last night. A trigger warning, death is mentioned. Critcism is always welcome,

a hero—maybe
an assured air marshal with
captivating bravado,
a bruising soldier with memories
determined not to subside,
or just an everyday, simple man
who liked to heal lost and abandoned pets—
dies on an unimportant Tuesday.

(the how of it all is
another story)
 
his mother weeps on the steps
of the church where he was
christened as a baby boy,
once with pink tinted cheeks, pointy ears–
the baby unleashing a
guffawing sound that induced
his aunt, a poet to,
fall to her knees.

(it was later found out
she could not make the funeral)
 
a hero dies on
an unimportant Tuesday,
and the world still continues on, now
just a little less bright.
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Asma
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Asma wrote a review Review · Mar 17, 2013

Hey! I am Asma and i'll be reviewing your amazing poem today! :D

So First of all, i loved your concept- the way the hero dies on an unimportant day...that's actually the reality, you see.

I also really liked the way you described the grief of the mother.

It was good time reading this and i really look forward for more of these. :)

Keep writing and all the best for your next writings! :)

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Demtry
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Demtry wrote a review Review · Mar 17, 2013

Demtry here to review you! So first off, I really liked your poem; I absolutely loved your line, "dies on an unimportant Tuesday."
I would suggest in the first stanza, when you're giving three examples of heroes, to perhaps change either soldier or air marshal because they're both military related, or make them all military related.
And just another thought (not something you should necessarily consider changing, just something interesting) but maybe in the second stanza, you could make it even more detached by exchanging "his" with "the," like "the mother" instead of "his mother" to give it an even more ambiguous feel.
Overall, amazing poem - your line breaks are spectacular and I love, love the ending :) .x



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