Poem -
The Suffering of Solid
The hero is faithful, solid and quiet.
Sneaking like a snake; a hunter of men.
Vicious injury throws him down roughly upon a white linen bed.
Rending to save, the doctors cut deeply.
Severing bone and muscle. Tearing tendon and ligament.
They remove the grave’s anchor.
Rescued, but at a cost. The proud snake must now wait. A wounded worm.
Recovery made, time goes by.
But it still remains, that wicked twinge.
The Phantom Pain that reminds him of that fateful night.
The lost one’s ghost still gnaws him.
The grasp of the left is but a specter now.
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Mr. Correro,
One question (only because I'm curious)- "the grasp of the left"? Explain, please. Overall, an excellent poem- I read it- saw that I was reading something beyond ordinary- then, I read it out loud and it is a dramatic piece. I don't know how old you are but one of Schwarzenegger's early films was "Conan The Barbarian" and James Earl Jones' character explained 'The mystery of steel'- that the flesh is stronger because it feels- that type of mystique is what your poem reminds me of. Now, I go looking for more of your work. Excellent!
James Whaley
Thank you. I went along those lines that the strength of the human body will always be greater than that of a machine. I always have thought along those lines. My poem was inspired by the thought that "what if a man of similar mind had to become what he hated". The man I speak of in my poem has lost his hand in the service of his country. He is given a prosthetic. Now man and machine have become one. This proud warrior has been humbled deeply by becoming part of what he considered inferior. By phantom pain I am speaking of the pain that an amputated limb leaves behind, but also the unobservable pain of the heart.Train the body, it will guide the thing that will be your salvation (The Sword). Because only with a strong body may one crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentation of their women.