This poet tried for hours,
for days
to capture her heart
relay the emptiness
on paper
to honor…
to pay tribute
Instead
she heard screams
and people running
In between the blinking
of the cursor
she saw flashing red lights,
heard sirens squeal
saw gray ash
and children crying
Her own tears fell
for the thousands
who didn’t come home that day
and for the tens of thousands
whose hearts
will never be the same
and
at once
her ears were
deafened by
the screaming silence
I also had a hard time writing about 9/11, Tami. I Didn't get around to writing "Emotional Land Mines" until 2004 after facing emotions similar to what you describe here in my journal repeatedly. I think I just ended up scribbling incoherencies. So, you are not alone in these feelings at all.
This poem carries our pains and frustrations. ~~Nordette Adams
Tami, I cannot deal with the tragedy of The World Trade Center. My company was one of the first tennants in tower one and The World Trade Center was still under construction. I hired and trained the first female guards for the site. I knew too many of the people lost in the attack. My last assignment was advisor to Fuji Bank. That is where the second plane penentrated the building. The true loss of people in the building will never be known. My trauma is that I knew too many of them personally. I appreciate your work, but I seek a quiet place when the ceremonies begin in September.
I am right there with you, Tami. For some reason I really felt like the day was played down this year, like we were all expected to be suddenly healed because 5 was the magic number. I cannot forget, and truly, I don't ever want to forget, it was a wake-up call and I don't wish to be caught snoozing, ever again. That day changed us all, took that polish of innocence off that we all had always lived within. It was frightening and it was stunning, but most of all it was senseless. This is really excellent!
Take care,
Sherry
RM Green
This poem carries our pains and frustrations. ~~Nordette Adams
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears~! <
Take care,
Sherry