I'm hurting and wanted to speak of this morning...

It’s a Tuesday… had to be, HAD to be.  How deeply can you cry?  I was laying here… shaking, shivering, and hurting - nothing really new - this morning.  I had turned on the TV for noise - to be less alone in a gray, cold dawn.  Laying here awake… awake - watching life re-unfold… awake as the early dawn brought back my “view”.  You really aren’t supposed to see Angels fly into the ground - you know?  You really, really aren’t supposed to see it - again and again… and again - whenever you close your eyes... awake, asleep - watching what you can’t forget; life replaying over and over.

 

I wrote this at 3:29 AM, 9/12/2001  and just cried - again.

 

September11.txt     text docu...     9/12/2001 3:29 AM

 

"September 11, 2001..."

 

Tears carry a price…

and the silence is never just

behind your eyes - at 3 AM.

 

Side by side by side by side

Four columns wide

a whole world long.

Candles lit and carried close

as dear to these

as those they lost.

The world echoes loud

with the piper's sounds

and the tapping of the drums.

 

Innocence found holding hands

while falling through the sky.

Each Angel flows so silently past,

their wings - their shrouds - remaining furled,

awaiting all the time in their world

as God draws them close

with muffled smile as each returns home.

 

Un-forgotten faiths drawn and

held close equally by all -

the moments’ terrors felt so deep within -

they tried, reached, watched, hoped…

as friends, some unknown just before,

die helping as best they could...

as only true friends would.

 

Fearful bravery and with

streaming tears...

forever marring their ash strewn world.

Lives now endlessly new - new

yet forever marked

by what was lost...

humanity's cost.

 

Fathers, mothers, sons and daughters;

husbands and wives and children too;

beloveds and all the others;

Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, Jews -

people of every human hue

in common instant deathly gray

this night made of an Indian Summer's day.

 

I watched and saw and heard...

the sanity of madness,

the sanctity of murder,

the 'rightness' of doing wrong,

singing for the death of innocents,

dancing for the blood of children,

laughter for the loss of all...

and I cried.

 

Chris

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Trigorin]

Not bad. You've presented a very clear image in this piece and your execution is fairly well-done. I'm not entirely sure but I think 'moslems' is a little too old-fashioned and borderline offensive nowadays, but I'm not Muslim myself so don't take my word for it. Other than that, good work.

[Chris]

an original misspelling I hadn't even went back to correct...well done and now it has been righted

[lei]

and the whole world cried, Chris...

[Frieda P]

This lives within many of us, such a touching read my friend. My son watched from his office window as these angels flew, not sure at first if he knew exactly what it was he witnessed. I know that he carries that with him, as I will carry this write with me, and think about it often....lovely tribute to all the souls we lost on that tragic day.

[Baby Ricochet]

The moment that plane careened into tower two I knew we were being deployed and my life has never been the same. Beautiful poem Chris. You are a true bard of extraordinary talent.

[KAOlmsted]

I remember it as though it was yesterday. You articulated all of the anger and sadness I felt that day in this poignant, painful piece.

I hope this finds you well...you are such a dear friend with whom I have enjoyed pausing...

[Constance Payne]

so much pain.

[Ed Hart]

you take us all inside your heart, you remember and remember and remember...and so do we...the world will find its way, it wasn't meant to fail, nor you nor i

[emmajoy]

Words as always - memorable. Meanings as ever - to explore.

Thoughts and prayers, dear Friend.

[Eve]

It breaks my heart to think of you heartbroken. Such a burden you carry when you mourn for us all, especially for those who forgot just how beautiful this world is.Can I hold your hand this time and just listen quietly?