by Lisa Hilbers
Friday, September 01, 2006
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Yes, it still takes us aback today-
Our minds are somewhere in between the rings-
The rings of silent screams,
The sounds of unknown fear-
All the unheard; Unsaid goodbyes-
All the unseen tears
Apocalyptic spasms of fire and smoke,
ash, filled our hearts and eyes-
We just couldn't reach around the intensity-
Our breaths had been sucked away; Gravity lost-
And we too, fell- Tumbled; Souls-Forward-
Our faith exposed like raw nerves-
Left to wonder;
Where do we go from here?
A firestorm of sullen loneliness;
Crowds gathered; Gathered to embrace;
God fearers, prayed-
Those that weren't, prayed as well-
Then came the search- The fading of numbness-
And we got our first glimpse-
Our first glimpse of a mad man's hell-
It appeared just like we felt-
Jumbled; Twisted; and Angry
Emotions spilling over the top-
A flood of innocent blood does now,
and will forevermore stain;
Color who we have become-
Never crossing the lines so boldly marked-
Oh God! It's been five years; And still we fall-
Tumble, souls-forward; Face down-
And one only has to look to know our nerves
are still as exposed today, as they were then-
Where do we go from here?
Still looking back- Souls-Forward-
Eyes upward; Standing Proud
© Lisa Hilbers
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|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Nicely done and said.
For all its warts, this nation does stand proud.
|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|A brave and noble write on behalf of a horror we can never forget and lives we shall always honor. 9/11 SOULS-FORWARD stands as an eternal flame of love and remembrance.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|exposed and desiring direction ... but where is it? strange times indeed ...
powerful and well developed poem ...
|Reviewed by Phillip William Allen
|One of my best reads this week. Just the right touch.|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|It is so hard to believe that it has been five years, it seems like yesterday to me and I suppose it always will. It is still difficult for me to understand how there could be people in this world who are filled with so much hate that they could randomly murder so many innocent people, people they never even knew. My life and world changed on that day and I became a vicious wolf watching, listening, sensing, smelling and waiting by the door of my cave ready to pounce on any who ever threatens my home again. I used to be passive, but now, the beast in me has awakened and I will be ready if ever the threat is near. There is no way to forgive the actions of that day, no matter how deeply I reach into my heart. I became a warrior on 09-11-01 and I will remain one until my journey takes me to the next realm. This is a very well written, painfully powerful poem, Lisa.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Emotional tribute to that horrible day!!
|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|"It appeared just like we felt-
Jumbled; Twisted; and Angry" <--- Excellent
Your second verse is especially powerful, Lisa. This poem really causes connection and pause. Excellent work, as always.
It's so very good to read you again.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|You draw us into that day, kicking, screaming, running toward the danger; as much as many would want to forget, we can't. I certainly won't. Powerful yet again, dear (((Lisa))). A stark, necessary reminder, excellently penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|We must never forget!! Powerful, stark, hard hitting write, as only you can do; very well done, Lisa! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Mankind must never forget the attrocities of that day and your stark words and sharp crisp images will help to ensure those souls will always be remembered