Oh!...

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It is such a quaint little word "Oh!"

easily formed by the mouth and lips 

so compact and softly spoken

in that moment when no though is present 

 

like that morning walking along the pavement

next to all the park cars under the Trees along the street

It is funny how it comes at the oddest remembered moment

when the blankest of thoughts

occurs in your mind unexpected 

 

when you get the defining pop sound

and a pain returning in your ears

like a water bubble is blocking your hearing 

after leaving the pool

and you remember that surreal 

terrifying second when you force-bent 

at the knees and went down on the pavement...

 

it was right at the time when the searing-winding 

twisting, scream of hot metal flew and filled you

and the Trees that were standing

about the walkway above you

moved away, bending back

then snapped back straight in the returning hot wind

as tree bark cracked and snarled

and everything fell flying around you

 

this little word "OH!",

in that moment returning in your mind 

that still grips your terror spot- never forgetting

the day, date and time

and you no longer feel you are real once more

that's when the little word appears

it is almost magical

as if to awaken you into that shaken feeling

and you live again what it was like then, and not like this day...

 

..It is your small second in time you will always own

as your mouth and lips form that perfect circle

and exclaim...OH!

 

 

 

~dannigirl933

@Daniella Nikolayeval Posted 1/20/2020

 

 

 

I was on the walk way July 7th the morning this happened, I remember it all still today

I hope no one else will ever have to live through that day as I did.


                                                                                     ~Daniella 

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

London

 

Photo: google / Part-DV-DV2077735-1-1-1

 

The 7 July 2005 London bombings, often referred to as 7/7, were a series of coordinated terrorist suicide attacks in London, England that targeted commuters travelling on the city's public transport system during the morning rush hour.

 

Four radical terrorists separately detonated three homemade bombs in quick succession aboard London Underground trains across the city and, later, a fourth on a double-decker bus in Tavistock Square.1 The train bombings occurred on the Circle line near Aldgate and at Edgware Road, and on the Piccadilly line near Russell Square.

 

Fifty-two people of 18 different nationalities, all of whom were UK residents, were killed, and more than 700 were injured in the attacks, making it Britain's deadliest terrorist incident since the 1988 bombing of Pan Am Flight 103 near Lockerbie, Scotland, and England's deadliest since the 1974 Birmingham pub bombings, as well as the country's first Islamist suicide attack.

 

The explosions were caused by triacetone triperoxide IEDs packed into backpacks. The bombings were followed two weeks later by a series of attempted attacks that failed to cause injury or damage. The 7 July attacks occurred the day after London had won its bid to host the 2012 Olympic Games

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Sassylass's picture

I am stunned that you wrote

I am stunned that you wrote it.

You did an excellent job of conveying that experience and in a classy way.

Thank you for sharing

I hope you are well.

Cheryl


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

Words

 

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Cheers and thank you CheryL,

Cheers and thank you Cheryl, it was quite the scare in that morning for me. It comes back to me once in a while. I just hold on to hope for no more of this here in London. I was on the front Buss and had gotten off walking the pavement with the one behind us exploted that morning. Worst day of my life. Thank you for reading me. and yes I am ok thank you, just still it comes back to me in a day once in a while. I was writing this away. to try to deal with the memory of some of it.


Daniella Nikolayeva

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My words fail in the face of

My words fail in the face of this terrible tragedy, and in your poetic expression of it in this poem.  Only a respectful silence, paradoxically, seems appropriate; hence, stunned by the intensity of the poem, I shall say no more.


Starward

dannigirl933's picture

You are too kind, thank you.

You are too kind, thank you.


Daniella Nikolayeva