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Sad September Morn
Sad September morn,
smoldering up in smoke,
something hit the WTC Towers,
& plunged the daylight into night:
ironbird, deathbird descended
out the blue, smashed w/fire
& thunder magic mirrored skies:
on the one-hundredth-and-one floor,
no one got out alive just
a frightened angel's voice left
on thin telephone tape--
"I love you," it said, quivering,
amid the din of frightened cries,
"I love you..."
words trembled in the air
one flickering moment before
this fair frightened angel faded
into hiss--
Ah! well a-day! that ever this
should be!
something hit the WCT Towers
& plunged the daylight into dark!
on that sad September morn,
smoldering up in smoke.
This great poetry Jim. I happened to notice the Majordomo's link to find Sept.11 special poems.
I have also a good number of poems on the tragedy, but these entries seem to have been posted for the anniversary.
As soon as I get a chance I will visit your PP site to browse and read your work. Love it.
Warm regards
Elizabeth Dandy
Elizabeth Dandy
A very well written poem. I enjoyed my visit today and will return when time allows. I must however point out one small mistake. It was the World Trade Center towers (WTC)which were destroyed. Keep writing. ~Jan