finally moved

The man collapsed on the ground,
thankful that he was back home.

he survived bullets and other things

People called him a hero,
but he just called it survival.

He remained humbled,
even when flowers got tossed down.

It was a miracle,
that he made it without legs.

Author notes

Prompt: A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery

A contest entry

afternoon q u i c k i e ♥ ♥ ♥ by Kathraina. 400 points, ended August 20, 4 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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Manda Kathryn
August 26

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Awwww I just want to wrap my arms around him and kiss him -
poor thing losing his legs in such a manner; it is survivial aye ...

humble and strong

♥
Stay safe
~Manda
Daniela Violin
August 20

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This is very well written, Kari.

Loved it.
catz
August 20

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This is a wonderful take on the prompt and a most profound poem I'm loving the way your poetry is evolving since the time we first met. This piece here is just one fine example, showing compassion and emotion.
I wish you the best in the contest

love and
Granna
Loveandblessings2u
August 20

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wow, powerful piece
heartbreaking wars, i pray for all those protection us to find
their way safely back home. even those without legs, that's so sad.
lovely piece of bittersweet writing.

loveandblessings2u & yours always
joyce
Cerulean Sunrise
August 20

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wow that's some story.

nicely done.
February Moon
August 20

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This is wonderful, powerful, and bittersweet. I really enjoyed it.
Cerulean Sunrise
August 20
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Waiting.
- Kari
  August 20
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  It's finished