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On The First Anniversary My Heart Finally Broke (a repost)
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On The First Anniversary My Heart Finally Broke (a repost) |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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I still can hear the pipes sing Amazing Grace I hear them in my dreams I hear the screams every day, months of cadenced march out of the open pit mine of souls, all day long and through the night in and out of mind until my heart ran out of song. Today bells ring, performers sing and everybody's priests ask gods for treats. Each name a moment held in all solemnity on edge to slip into eternity; pomp and circumstance, a ceremony's tears and choking fears that this will mean an end to the beginning of the years we mark remembering the dead, the living dead whose names all run together labels on one giant blended bleeding soul. If one more plastic politician says, ‘Let's roll,' I think I will be sick. The dead can sleep, where is the peace of heart and soul that could bring quiet to the living? We mourned a year. We've buried buttons and a watch, a rock, handfuls of dirt and ash, a shoe or two, some bone fragments, photographs in empty caskets, memories in sleepless nights full of empty arms and empty beds tears in empty hearts. It's time to leave the past. For some it's time to stalk revenge cold and crafted with precision in deserts, fields and mountains where we are hated for existing, where gods are left with questions, where evil breeds in men. So, there are no answers and so, the killings never end. There is no grief beyond the love of that which death can steal. There is no deal to make, no memorial to shake the horror of the memories, the smell the taste of human ashes mixed with fuel melted steel vaporized concrete grit that clogged our eyes, a blessing in disguise; the shame of hoping winds would change, the dream's there every day, turn back and turn away run, no where to go, who died when there is nothing left to hold but memories of clouds thick choking terror floating in toxic air so full that vision's lost, sounds of bodies hitting ground just beyond the reach of sight within the sounds, the claws of fright, no where to hide. No where to hide. ©2003, 2005, 2006, 2008, 2009, 2010 by icebox (written September 11, 2002) |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
You've captured the pain and devatation well, icebox. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Thank you for your wise words, sir...  |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
The day is sad for more reasons than most understand. I love you Charly. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Remembering with you Charley... thank you for this sir. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Sir, you are without egual. thank you, latearrival |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Best poem I've ever read on 9/11, Charlie. But that doesn't surprise me. Ida [This message has been edited by Marchmadness (09-11-2010 09:50 PM).] |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Thank you all for the kindness of your thoughts. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Thank you for this~~ We will never, ever forget~ |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
Wrenching, poignant, without becoming maudlin... my respect. Great writing. ~Amaryllis |
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