091101
by jeannie d sanders
Monday, September 11, 2006
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on this, the 5th anniversary of 9/11, i post my thoughts from that day... |
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Terror flew in on the wings of war.
Structure became kinetic.
Fists of flamerained shards of pain.
We fell,
even jumped,
and are falling still.
But from the ground,
in a plume of white,
spirit flies up and out,
not a victim of gravity
or hostage of hate.
©
jeannie dugan sanders
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
9/16/2006 |
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"spirit flies up and out,
not a victim of gravity
or hostage of hate."
Out of the horror and hatred, you find hope. Well done, Jeanie. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace,
Regis
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| Reviewed by Angel Moody |
9/14/2006 |
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| well written piece takes one back to that faithful day and conjures images in the mind well written |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
9/12/2006 |
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Fists of flame
rained shards of pain...
They sure did, Jeannie, they sure did. A wrenching memorial to what we lost that sad, sad day...
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
9/11/2006 |
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| WOW! |
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| Reviewed by Susan Sonnen (Reader) |
9/11/2006 |
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your imagery here is stunning! I'm with Ed, the words 'fists of flame/rained shards of pain' is especially powerful! Absolutely remarkable work...
Susan |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
9/11/2006 |
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Fists of flame
rained shards of pain.
Quite powerful, Jeannie. |
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| Reviewed by J M |
9/11/2006 |
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| Thank you for this memorial post today and may we pray for them that still suffer this loss..... |
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