Open Poetry #46 |
My memory of 9/11 |
Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
Eight years ago, one year after nine/eleven, I hugged a friend in Falmouth, Cape Cod. My first encounter with a blue page poet, we ate a burger (I think), and talked a lot. Next day was the day that will not be forgotten, by the people, in all corners of each land. Thousands had lost their lifes the year before and still we can not understand. Just watched a documentary on my telly, made by two brothers that very same day, not knowing their New York fire fighters story, would let them see Hell, in the most awful way. I keep in my heart the most precious memories, of the time, spend with people I came to love. Tomorrow I will burn lots of candles, for the thousands and three poet friends above. Our poets meeting will always be bonded, with what happened on that nine/eleventh day, the sadness and those treasured moments, I cherish them all, in my own way. Like scattered leaves...my words will flow |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
In your own way, my dear friend... we thank you for your memories of what you knew from around the world... knowing it was hurting others... We, all of us world-round, have a long way to go. Thank you. |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
We, all of us world-round, have a long way to go. So true Karilea and I'm sad to say that I will not be proud to be a Dutchie, when one political party leader, will speak his awful tongue in New York on Saturday. Those are the most dangerous people as it comes to trying to establish world peace. And the sad thing too is, that a lot of people in my country voted for this party. Will they never learn? Wouldn't it be a nice thought if they would build a mosk, a church and a synagoge around ground zero? Like scattered leaves...my words will flow |
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Novus_Os Member
since 2010-07-21
Posts 115West Coast, USA |
Thank you. Thank YOU and all who have given. You do justice in words, as they have done in times of tragedy. A small reminder, if permitted: Towers blasted open wide. Glass shattered and fallen, past planes appearing to glide. Our true feelings, as a nation we hide. The pain swells, and infinitesimal, I feel inside. |
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