While searching through my poetry for the last poem (above), I came across a poem I would like to share.
Back in 2001 I belonged to an online poetry group that offered challenges in our writings. One such challenge involved using a list of words at the end of each sentence and then using these same words in subsequent verses and in a specific order. (This type of poetry is called a Sestina.
Poetic Form: Sestina- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More )
It just so happened that the words to this poem came to me the night of the disaster in New York.
Since this year marks the tenth anniversary of the Twin Tower collapse, I thought there was no better time to share this.
Fatal Dance
The morning was bright with sunshine
that bounced off the waters on the rocky
shore behind the plane in flight.
And though they could not see the mountains,
they were always there in spirit -
always harbored within their dreams.
Each one of them had their separate dreams
that danced in their brains like rays of sunshine.
And they held fast to the spirit
of a life that at times grows rocky.
For they've always known that beyond the mountains
is a soul waiting to take flight.
Just as a bird revels in flight -
giving rise to all its inner dreams -
it knows that over the mountains
the dawn still brings the warming sunshine.
So, too, the people know that rocky
roads can awaken their own spirit.
So the people joined in spirit
on that early morning flight;
and the ride grew rocky,
and all their dreams
of dancing in the sunshine
fell dark behind the mountains.
It was concrete and steel, instead of mountains,
that caught their eye and captured their spirit.
As their eyes were blinded by bright sunshine
that glistened on the wings of the plane in flight,
down below the homes of their dreams
receded as turbulence caused the plane to get rocky.
Their eyes opened wide as the rocky
plane - so far from the mountains
that danced within their dreams,
and gave rise to their spirit -
on this untimely ill-fated flight,
crashed in the morning sunshine.
Now the rocky plane has released their spirit
to the mountains where their souls take flight,
ending all their dreams in the morning sunshine.
9-11-01
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