Friday, September 10, 2010

Human Scale (Poem)

Human Scale

Thirty years
107 floors, 110 stories

defying clouds

North and South
beacons and shadows both

ordinary miracles of engineering

steel scraping
an evening's worth of stars

a favored device
to frame the Hudson

or caress a shimmer of sky.

These windows on the world

this city's emblem
that dependable backdrop

our milestone markers

they stood for and against.

Then it was Tuesday
and God held his breath

and our selves smalled
looked up

looking back.

© 2010 Maureen E. Doallas


Lorenzo said...

Ah, Maureen, thank you for this. Your poem scratches the itch I feel on those "phantom limbs", as the twin towers have been called. I love the words "caress a shimmer of sky", the "dependable backdrop" (so true, so true).

Anonymous said...

so many stories
left untold
i could not
believe my own
i covered
and wept

S. Etole said...

remembering the inability to truly comprehend what I was seeing on the TV screen ...

jen revved said...

This is very powerful and beautiful. I agree with all. You flipped my switch, beateous M.....xxxj

Roberta said...

great poem Maureen!!

I remember like it was yesterday where I was, what I was doing, and the shock and horror of it all. Lord, have mercy still.