Monday, September 11, 2006

Remembering ...

It reverberates in my head
here at Christmas
one like many others past
yet so unimaginably different
9/11 echoes
fighters prowl the harbor
or are those the sounds of the city’s song of passion and pain
wailing at the injury she is suffering
the trauma smashing down in a long agonizing dance
suspended we were
walking in the mist
in the fallout
from the clear blue screen sky
out of which
the messengers of death emerged
joyfully immolating themselves
in a terrible rush to the ground
to our homes
to our streets
navigating vessels
which had become horror

December 21, 2001

5 Comments:

Blogger Cathy said...

Prayers, thoughts, love.
Only love; and peace and heartful hopes...
For the families and friends of those who perished, and those who remain.
xoxo Richard.
Your poem is beautiful.

3:53 PM  
Blogger Signora B. said...

A beautiful poem ,Richard.
It brings tears to my eyes.

4:23 AM  
Blogger Carol said...

Wow. Really powerful. Thanks for sharing.

Carol

7:21 AM  
Blogger paris parfait said...

Very powerful poem. Thank you for sharing it.

11:31 PM  
Blogger Cathy said...

I thought a cup of coffee was such a nice gesture. How I wish blog friends were closer, so we could do these things. My hope is that your family will come to Halifax one day, and then you can come and enjoy an afternoon by our little piece of sea.

2:36 AM  

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