Ann Peck Poet Rhyme

911

From high a silent body fell,
     another...then...another.
Someone's father...someone's
mother...husband...grandpa...
     sister...brother.

They fell into the clouds
     that day
caught by angels on 
     their way.
Can our tears be also
     caught
to cement love what hate
     has wrought?

A cloud of dust, and they
     were gone.
A summer's day, a bitter
     song.
We became those who
     were lost,
brothers, sisters, differences
     tossed.

Now, twenty years along
     the road,
both good and bad have
     been bestowed.
We've learned some things
     from that sad day
we can find each other
     but a smile away.

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Silent One September 16, 2021 at 2:50 PM Great tribute in honour of the victims... Great poem Ann Peck September 17, 2021 at 4:25 PM Thank you for taking time to comment, Silent One!

Brian Sambourne September 13, 2021 at 10:40 AM Exceptionally well written, Anne, with a superb rhyming pattern + message. A timely write. Be well. Brian Ann Peck September 17, 2021 at 4:24 PM Thank you so much for your comments, Brian. That terrible day brought us together for a while...

Ken Rone September 13, 2021 at 9:56 AM Twenty years ago those horrific photos were repressed. This week they came to light. I had not seen them before. "Caught by angels..." softens the impact on my nightmares. Thank you Ann. Ann Peck September 17, 2021 at 4:28 PM Well, I truly believe they were caught by angels. Thank you for your kind comments, Ken. The only good from that day was our country's unity. I wish we could find it again.

Gary Radice September 13, 2021 at 7:13 AM I find it difficult to watch anything on TV about 911 as it is so heartbreaking. Your poem, Ann, is powerful and conveys the horror and sadness of that tragic day - but ends on a message of hope. Cheers - Gary Ann Peck September 17, 2021 at 4:32 PM Thanks for your comments, Gary! I won't watch, either. It was just too horrific. But wish we could retrieve the feeling of togetherness we had.

Michelle Faulkner September 11, 2021 at 1:48 PM I will never forget watching that horrific footing of people leaping from the towers, and your second stanza so poignant, gives much to reflect upon~ Ann Peck September 11, 2021 at 3:57 PM Thanks for your comments, Michelle. I can't forgive the people who did this, thought of this, but if we could just tone down the hate about everything! It's exhausting. Take care :)

Anthony Bianco September 11, 2021 at 9:07 AM than you for this poem anthony Ann Peck September 11, 2021 at 11:27 AM Thank you for commenting, Anthony. Such a sad day it was.

Tom Cunningham September 11, 2021 at 9:03 AM Lovely tribute to those who tragically lost their lives on that horrific day Ann, At first I thought it was a tragic accident but as the story unfolded we learnt it was an act of terrorism. Hell awaits those who carried out that evil act. Tom Ann Peck September 11, 2021 at 11:23 AM Well, we at least got Osama! The minds that would dream up such an evil scheme are simply incurable, I think. Thank you for your comments, Tom.

L Milton Hankins September 11, 2021 at 9:01 AM Such a poignant look at 9/11, Ann. Heartbreaking. I read about "The Falling Man" this morning. Then, your poem. Riveting! L Milton Hankins September 11, 2021 at 12:01 PM Yes. Approximately 100 people chose to jump, and it took about 10 seconds for their journey to the bottom. It appears that they mostly jumped in single file, one after another, each I suppose giving courage to the next. On the ground many were heard praying "God save their souls." Ann Peck September 11, 2021 at 11:26 AM The falling bodies are the most poignant, I think. The courage it took to jump rather than be burned. So terrible. Thanks for your kind words, Milton.