bajanblueOPSpeightstown, Saint Peter Barbados3,724 posts
I write in fractured rhythm reflecting shattered shards of lives undone all strewn across the sky a smoky nimbus drawn deep into unwary lungs I write with jumbled reason echoing the hollow thump and thud as faltering hearts stutter beneath the weight of stone of life resuming I write because I cannot speak or see or hear am disconnected from the blood drenched moments that spun reality off centre now and forever living in after the fall.
"shattered shards of lives undone all strewn across the sky a smoky nimbus drawn deep into unwary lungs"
I have family who live in Queens NY. They were downwind from the WTC and they were forced to breathe that "smoky nimbus" for days after the towers fell. Who knows what evil lurks in the lungs of a million New Yorkers? Who knows the true body count of victims traceable to that event?
bajanblueOPSpeightstown, Saint Peter Barbados3,724 posts
Good morning all,
I wrote the two pieces I have posted this morning in September 2001, one on the 11th and this one on the 12th. Each year my heart, like those of so many others, echoes with the memories, confusion and pain of that day.
We all felt different things that day and we all felt the same things too, I saw a true unity of human spirit on the streets of New York, forged in the fires of destruction, for weeks after the Fall.
That is the best of what we are. It is what we can be always if we choose.
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reflecting
shattered shards
of lives undone
all strewn across the sky
a smoky nimbus
drawn deep into unwary lungs
I write with jumbled reason
echoing
the hollow thump
and thud
as faltering hearts
stutter beneath the weight
of stone
of life resuming
I write because I cannot speak
or see or hear
am disconnected
from the blood drenched
moments that spun reality
off centre
now and forever
living in after
the fall.
9/12/01 NYC