September 11
Ghosts-
in the distance
of a whisper,
always here-
always between
each others' sorrow.
Mourning
does not diminish,
it only seeks
a hiding place
behind walls of fear
we have constructed
in remembrance of towers
thought of as forever,
reaching to God
on a sad September morning
when for an instant,
time stood still
peace was shattered
and came tumbling down
in a torrent of glass tears.
Now
a silent sorrow
as bare as bone-
screams
your names.
Another great piece - a great tribute poem, Lisa - nice! It captures perfectly that morning of 9/11 and how truly horrific and sad it was.
ReplyDeleteIt did feel like time stood still, didn't it? Haunting ending to this well-written piece.
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