(image by John Myers)
Onde você estava
quando o terror cobriu o mundo
com 15 centímetros de poeira
e nuvens de fumaça?
O sonho de voar
as palavras não ditas
o último pedido
o céu pela última vez
- nunca mais a primeira.
Where were you when
horror covered the world
with 3-inch-thick dust
and clouds of smoke?
The dream of wings
the words not said
a last wish
the sky for a last time
- never again firsts.
(posted to dverse and imaginary garden with real toads 9/11 memorial - 10th anniversary)
words not said haunt me the most...i certainly dont want to be left with any when it is my time...
ReplyDeleteI think the most painful memory for me is the sight of people jumping to their deaths. Your words:
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the sky for a last time... brought that back for me.
Thank you for sharing your work on Real Toads.
always a pleasure to read your well crafted and perfectly proportioned pieces - espeacilly in their original form
ReplyDeletesempre bela língua
So very important to share all of the words now, while we still can. A powerful poem.
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ReplyDeletethe sky for a last time' ~ no more first times ~ wishes for wings' ~ Blown me away ~ right to the core ~ horror when you saw those people jump from those windows ~ wonder ~ again 'wishes for wings' ~ wonderful write ~ Lib
'the sky for the last time' -- heartbreaking.
ReplyDeletei agree with the aaron above: well crafeted and perfectly proportioned.
Heavy... sad. I will never forget that day.
ReplyDeleteI was in Tahiti when this happened and standing looking at the events unfold in front of me even though they were over 6 hours before they showed us this. I still was in shock when I watched this happen
ReplyDeletehttp://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/11/the-sorrow-of-our-times/
Saindo de uma prova, sem saber que o ser humano tinha assinado sua falência. Hoje percebo o quanto já não demos certo.
ReplyDeleteAnother reason to embrace the moment; never, never take your love for granted!
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully said.
ReplyDeleteThe last line is very haunting!
ReplyDeleteThanks for this comment: "intensity in silence"
ReplyDeleteYour poems...one can fall into them.
So , is better enjoy the last momment .
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