Bursting Light, In memory~9/11 Options

[Aphrodite]

As morning's perfection introduces hope for the day,
foreboding evil lurks in the wings.
Unaffected, they forge through
steadily embracing adventure of flight,
gliding forcefully;
ghostly terror unfolds.

Within cherished seconds;
symbolization of Red, White, and Blue
explodes a profusion of oranges and reds,
while life's evanescent fragments scatter
against a crisp panorama-
fire bursting bright.

Surreal horror unfolds, as
searing buildings slowly collapse,
smoky rubble of destruction
gently cascades down,
                                down,
                                                                                             
                                         down...

Billowing haze engulfs the city
revealing a haunting, raven cloud;
the Melting Pot transforms into
imposing chaos.

Days pass, bewildered divulgence of ghostly reality
envelops helpless hearts as
quiet spectators observe
hellish images scorching distressed brains,
unraveling demonic atrocities.

Digesting unpredictable horror
layered with insurmountable pain;
with inconceivable tragedy
eventuating our world,
evil boldly confessing truth.

Void of fathomable words to conceptualize cold calculated abhorrence,
troubled hearts grasp numbing anesthetics
leaving desperation,
drawn from utter unacceptance.

Forever in our hearts and memories....

[Cleo_Serapis]

Lindi.

Your words have touched a place deep in my memory, and rekindled a feeling of deep sadness and loss.

There is something in your description here that rings loudly (although the subject is horrific) - it IS our life and is very REAL.

I am proud of your thoughtful words and touched deeply.

Thank you for sharing and God Bless.

Lori

[Aphrodite]

Lindi.

Your words have touched a place deep in my memory, and rekindled a feeling of deep sadness and loss.

There is something in your description here that rings loudly (although the subject is horrific) - it IS our life and is very REAL.

I am proud of your thoughtful words and touched deeply.

Thank you for sharing and God Bless.

Lori

Hey Lori~

How are you doing? TGIF!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks, for the nice words. Do you remember when I wrote this a couple of days after the horror, and you urged me to contact Ricky's Place? (it was on that site for months after) Wow, seems like so long ago, yet it was almost yesterday.

Any way, I appreciate you commenting and the fact that this piece touched you.

Have a wonderful weekend, Cleo.    

God bless you!          

Aphrodite~Lindi

[Eisa]

Hi Lindi

Oh such touching words that bring back sad memories. You have written this in a very beautiful way. A very difficult task...well done :pharoah2

Snow

[Guest_Jox_*]

Hi Lindi,

You poem seems to concentrate all the contradictory feelings into one work; well done.

I was in a school reception office working on their computers on a pleasant September afternoon when the news was given to us by a delivery driver (who had heard it on his van’s radio). At first it meant very little to me...

“Have you heard - terrorists have attacked the World Trade Centre in New York.”

We are used, here, to buildings being bombed by Irish terrorists (it has been happening for nearly one hundred years). Moreover, at the time I couldn’t say I knew anything about the WTC. Indeed, I actually thought it in Chicago - so I was confused by the NY reference. (You see, I just remembered it for being one of the World’s tallest buildings, twin-towered and having been targeted by terrorists before).

Driving home, listing to my car radio, the reports coming in were like something out of science fiction (they still are). Arriving home, I switched on the television and both the BBC and ITV (Independent Television) had full coverage. Then, of course, I saw video of the aircraft striking.

I do not remember JFK being assassinated - though I was listening to the news media shortly afterwards; I suppose I registered no special meaning. However, even though the initial news of the Nine-Eleven attacks meant little to me, hearing the radio news a couple of hours later then seeing the video images has impregnated that van driver’s first message on my mind.

As I have said elsewhere on MM, though comparatively few compared to Americans, the day of 11th September 2001 also meant the heaviest British losses in a single terrorist attack. Many of those losses were from a fifty mile radius of here and so, as the weeks passed, the very real tales of horror and bravery unfolded and, in a strange way, almost seemed local.

Thanks, again for your poem,

Jox.

[Aphrodite]

Hi Lindi

Oh such touching words that bring back sad memories. You have written this in a very beautiful way. A very difficult task...well done :pharoah2

Snow

Hi Snow~

I apologize as I didn't know that you had responded to my poem until now.
Thanks, so much for you kind words. There really are no effective words to convey or put into perspective the horror and tragedy of such an event, but as we know, writing about it helps. I actually wrote this poem about 5 days after 9/11 happened.

Thanks, again for stopping by.    

God bless~

Lindi

[Aphrodite]

[quote=Jox,Sep. 28 2003, 07:46]
Hi Lindi,

You poem seems to concentrate all the contradictory feelings into one work; well done.

I was in a school reception office working on their computers on a pleasant September afternoon when the news was given to us by a delivery driver (who had heard it on his van’s radio). At first it meant very little to me...

“Have you heard - terrorists have attacked the World Trade Centre in New York.”

We are used, here, to buildings being bombed by Irish terrorists (it has been happening for nearly one hundred years). Moreover, at the time I couldn’t say I knew anything about the WTC. Indeed, I actually thought it in Chicago - so I was confused by the NY reference. (You see, I just remembered it for being one of the World’s tallest buildings, twin-towered and having been targeted by terrorists before).

Driving home, listing to my car radio, the reports coming in were like something out of science fiction (they still are). Arriving home, I switched on the television and both the BBC and ITV (Independent Television) had full coverage. Then, of course, I saw video of the aircraft striking.

I do not remember JFK being assassinated - though I was listening to the news media shortly afterwards; I suppose I registered no special meaning. However, even though the initial news of the Nine-Eleven attacks meant little to me, hearing the radio news a couple of hours later then seeing the video images has impregnated that van driver’s first message on my mind.

As I have said elsewhere on MM, though comparatively few compared to Americans, the day of 11th September 2001 also meant the heaviest British losses in a single terrorist attack. Many of those losses were from a fifty mile radius of here and so, as the weeks passed, the very real tales of horror and bravery unfolded and, in a strange way, almost seemed local.

Thanks, again for your poem,

Jox.

Hello again, Jox~

You are so sweet taking the time to read my poems. I feel so honored and I appreciate your positive words as well.
Thank you for sharing your perspective, and I don't care if it happens in America, England or the moon, this kind of violence is abhorrent, too horrible to put into words. I am sorry for the tragedy we had here, as well as the tragedy in England. Horrible and tragic!!

At any rate, you are very kind to not only comment on my poem, but share some of your life, Jox.
It is so nice to learn a little bit about you!:)

Take care~

Lindi

[Cybele]

Hello Lindi,

Late again here, sorry. Must do better or I'll be standing outside the head mistress's office again.

I agree with every sentiment expressed about your poem, it has a terrible beauty which I am sure touches the hearts of all who read it.

I append my own small tribute on behalf of us all in Great Britain who shared your agony.  

PSALM 9/11

Dear Lord, to whom all praise is due,
Maker of all things wondrous,
Creator of all Nature’s delights.
Your hand is imprinted on all that is
Blessed and Sacred.
In the face of Terror, you bind us
Together with empathy and love.
When days are blackest, You provide,
at some point in Your world –
A flickering flame, which
Nourished by love, grows ever larger,
Pushing back the boundaries of darkness,
So that we may walk in the everlasting
Brightness of Your love.

Love

Grace

[Guest__*]

Hello Lindi.

So many lines here bearing witness to atrocity and the inhumanity of man. One line in particular stood out for me.
troubled hearts grasp numbing anesthetics

As a fireman I know too well what it is to confront tragedy.
My comrades and I have this peculiar way of dealing with the horror and sorrow of it all. We light up a cigarette. We crack a few jokes to hide the tears and stay professional. We finish what we started.
Then we go home and write poetry.

Sometimes a poem really can wash the pain away

A.

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hello Lindi.

So many lines here bearing witness to atrocity and the inhumanity of man. One line in particular stood out for me.
troubled hearts grasp numbing anesthetics

As a fireman I know too well what it is to confront tragedy.
My comrades and I have this peculiar way of dealing with the horror and sorrow of it all. We light up a cigarette. We crack a few jokes to hide the tears and stay professional. We finish what we started.
Then we go home and write poetry.

Sometimes a poem really can wash the pain away

A.

Sometimes a poem really can wash the pain away

And those are most often the BEST pieces. Straight from the HEART and no holding back...

Imhotep and I have been in a similiar place as You "A" (and I ain't talking about our homeland of Egypt)  

P worked for Boston EMS as a Paramedic and I as an EMT-Mast designation for several years in the mid 90's.

It's good to have a place to come to and wash away the day's pains and triumphs, with a pen and paper - isn't it?

Lindi's piece here is such a piece - heart wrenching honesty.

Very well written.

Proudly her understudy....
Lori  :pharoah2

[Aphrodite]

Hello Lindi,

Late again here, sorry. Must do better or I'll be standing outside the head mistress's office again.

I agree with every sentiment expressed about your poem, it has a terrible beauty which I am sure touches the hearts of all who read it.

I append my own small tribute on behalf of us all in Great Britain who shared your agony.  

PSALM 9/11

Dear Lord, to whom all praise is due,
Maker of all things wondrous,
Creator of all Nature’s delights.
Your hand is imprinted on all that is
Blessed and Sacred.
In the face of Terror, you bind us
Together with empathy and love.
When days are blackest, You provide,
at some point in Your world –
A flickering flame, which
Nourished by love, grows ever larger,
Pushing back the boundaries of darkness,
So that we may walk in the everlasting
Brightness of Your love.

Love

Grace

Hello Grace~

Thank you so much for the lovely words and the inspirational prayer. (I copied it and will keep)

With prayer there truly is hope, and in unity we shall all continue on.  

Blessings to you~
Lindi

[Aphrodite]

Hello Lindi.

So many lines here bearing witness to atrocity and the inhumanity of man. One line in particular stood out for me.
troubled hearts grasp numbing anesthetics

As a fireman I know too well what it is to confront tragedy.
My comrades and I have this peculiar way of dealing with the horror and sorrow of it all. We light up a cigarette. We crack a few jokes to hide the tears and stay professional. We finish what we started.
Then we go home and write poetry.

Sometimes a poem really can wash the pain away

A.

Hello A~

Thank you so much for your heartfelt words and powerful dialogue regarding such tragedy. Also, I respect you so much for risking your life as a fireman! I am sure that you have many stories to share!  

God bless~
Lindi

[Aphrodite]

Hello Lindi.

So many lines here bearing witness to atrocity and the inhumanity of man. One line in particular stood out for me.
troubled hearts grasp numbing anesthetics

As a fireman I know too well what it is to confront tragedy.
My comrades and I have this peculiar way of dealing with the horror and sorrow of it all. We light up a cigarette. We crack a few jokes to hide the tears and stay professional. We finish what we started.
Then we go home and write poetry.

Sometimes a poem really can wash the pain away

A.

Sometimes a poem really can wash the pain away

And those are most often the BEST pieces. Straight from the HEART and no holding back...

Imhotep and I have been in a similiar place as You "A" (and I ain't talking about our homeland of Egypt)  

P worked for Boston EMS as a Paramedic and I as an EMT-Mast designation for several years in the mid 90's.

It's good to have a place to come to and wash away the day's pains and triumphs, with a pen and paper - isn't it?

Lindi's piece here is such a piece - heart wrenching honesty.

Very well written.

Proudly her understudy....
Lori  :pharoah2

Hello Lori~

Please, forgive my remiss in getting back to you.  
Thank you so much for your lovely response to this poem, and because of your deep sensitivity, relating to the emotions within.

Blessings to you~
Lindi