Human Scale
Thirty years
107 floors, 110 stories
defying clouds
North and South
beacons and shadows both
ordinary miracles of engineering
landfill
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
once
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
Friday, September 10, 2010
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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).
so many stories
left untold
unfolded
i could not
believe my own
eyes
i covered
and wept
remembering the inability to truly comprehend what I was seeing on the TV screen ...
This is very powerful and beautiful. I agree with all. You flipped my switch, beateous M.....xxxj
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.
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