Friday, September 9, 2011

9/11

9/11

Early, dogs smiled along the lake
sunrise peach pink purple palette
clouds reflected in gentle ripples
baby ducks cruised with parents 
I felt as though I walked in a Monet
exquisitely beautiful gentle peace 

back by nine I turned on the news
one tower billowing black smoke
I dropped onto the hassock in shock 
a plane they said with excitement
my heart caught between beats
I felt etched in stone unable to move

they thought it had been an accident
I watched as another plane plowed
an explosion into the second tower 
I couldn't fathom what I was seeing
my heart still caught between beats
I heard the announcer shouting

frozen in place not breathing I stared
finally the horrible reality registering
I called my husband tried to tell him
stammering, sobbing, planes, towers
turn on a TV, terrorist attack, I heard
him saying my God, my God, my God

Come home, I told him, come home

4 comments:

  1. Oh, Willow. I hear you, I hear you. You have expressed the feelings of panic so well. My heart pounds......with yours.

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  2. Oh my, Willow. I am there each moment with you as I read this horror taking place. I'm so glad you wrote such a powerful poem to capture that day and what you felt; what I felt, too. Incredible poem.

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  3. From the serenity of a beautiful morning to the horror that was reality, you captured this well, Willow. I felt those same feelings of panic you describe so well.

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  4. This one really has such universal feelings expressed so well. Excellent the way it shows how out of the blue the 9-11 attack was, literally.

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