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As I left the school that afternoon, I couldn't help think about the horror that those people faced all of a sudden that morning. To help justify it in my mind, I composed the following poem as I watched the smoke rise from the site from the view on the number 7 train. Something Seized the Air That Day.
(This poem was subsequently published in a collection entitled Touching the Sky)
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Something Seized the Air That Day
Something seized the air that day I never can forget It almost made some folks betray And pushed some to regret
The deeper pangs of hate had grown From frolic in the sun Such memories of souls that moan And ramparts not yet won
If ever I could wish for hope It'd be that fateful day Harboring our steepest slope Enemies washed away
Something seized the air that day I can never understand It stymied our nation's play With wicked contraband
What kind of ruthless mind would think that way? I ask myself, why? It decimated virtue in a day And made us fear the sky
Something seized the air that day That took us by surprise It made us stop our work and play And singed our weary eyes
Two hundred fifty voices Broadcasting silent pleas Death embracing choices They brought us to our knees
The heat's scary power Forced them to a gloom Jumping from the tower Leaping to their doom
Bodies flying through the air Landing in the acrid mire Deciding which horror to bear Jumping or facing the fire
Sending chills through my brain There must have been a million crimes Feeling all the wrath and pain I felt I died a thousand times
I couldn't turn from the site However hard the towers burned It couched me like a special rite While all the time emotions churned
At my lowest ebb, when I felt out of luck When things couldn't possibly be worse The second building then was struck Like a horrid medieval curse
How could two planes strike twice, I thought At first I couldn't picture that track Until I heard it was a terrorists' plot Then I knew we were under attack
When I saw an air force plane I felt both safe and scared I realized there'd be a gain When two of them were paired
Ripping through our tranquil blue I dreaded and feared for war Wondered what the victims knew With death right at their door
Something seized the air that day I just don't know why It interrupted our work and play Disturbing our peaceful sky
I had to keep the kids sedate As the air force patrolled the sky I knew I had a brush with fate I could not explain why
Fire, fire all around The entire structure crumbled It cracked and shifted with each sound As innocent victims tumbled
I was there, I saw those running for their lives Some hiding and escaping throes Some abandoning their wives
The smoke and ash raced down the wall Like something from a Hitchcock flick Who knew American would be attacked at all So sudden and so quick?
I wondered about those souls Surrendering that ill-fated day Had they lost their hope and goals? Had their spirits led them astray?
Unanswered questions yet bothered me To this day I still can't understand What kind of people can hate so fervently? Why did they pick us to reprimand?
I heard some people try to mumble While watching from the subway train I saw the giant structure crumble The image locked forever inside my brain
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| Reviewed by Joyce White |
11/19/2008 |
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Since that day 911 our life changed. We now know
what hell is like. I hate to think about what those
mortals were thinking when they had to make a
decision to stay and burn or jump into God's lap
via hell. |
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| Reviewed by Lois Christensen |
5/22/2008 |
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| They are zealous people and want what we have in America. They want to take over the world and still do and that is why we have to fight them and not let them win. Would you like to reside under their rule.Not me. America has so much that they want and they think they can rob us of things and take over it all. Prayer have been really needed from that day on. |
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| Reviewed by Hanley Harding |
10/16/2007 |
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Interesting. You looked at 9-11 from the point-of-view of the horror of it all. My poem was a response in a somewhat different fashion. Good write.
Doc
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
10/12/2007 |
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A day we will never forget. You have me remembering that which I do not want to remember as I sit here in tears. You have certainly touched my heart.....
Be safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Kathy Armijo |
10/12/2007 |
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I wasn't there, but clearly remember the fright. A terrible picture to have in one's brain. Yet, it's important that we remain vigilant.
Kathy |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
10/12/2007 |
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A powerful write, D, may we always remember that awful day. Don't think I'll ever forget the images burned into my brain...well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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