Matthew Anish Poet Blank verse

An Unusual Occurence In New York

The sky turns white
something is falling from 
       the heavens 
    The population 
of the metropolis 
    is momentarily stunned
Do I detect an unusual 
   feeling amongst the masses?
 Something is definitely "coming down"
Do you realize what games 
this life has played with us?
   Deep sleep will now erase 
everything
 The grace of our homes
lies in the strength of its inhabitants
    The winds will blow 
whatever way they think best to them
  Our hope lies in the 
remnants of what was 
Amidst the ruins 
   We can build an 
altar
Watch smoke rise upwards 
  Enjoy the game  
     while we still 
have the stength and wit 
   to withstand all 
attacks
   upon us and our 
creations and legacy

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Carol Sunshine Brown January 21, 2011 at 4:27 AM I am stopping by this morning to read your amazing poetry, and to thank you for your kind comments on mine Matthew. Love, Carol

Poet Destroyer A January 13, 2011 at 9:45 PM wow! Matthew, deep feelings among New York.. the connection to your poem and what new yourk goes through is an unusual event that no one saw comming... like the wind and weather.. enjoyed your poem,,.p.d....

Andrea Dietrich January 13, 2011 at 8:42 PM I'm with Pettit down here. I think this can have more than one meaning and I find it very interesting reading. Oh, wow, I wish they would play The King's Speech in our theaters.IT's the ONE show that is up for Golden Globe which I have not seen. DANG! Did you see BlackSwan? Luv,Andrea

Robert Pettit January 10, 2011 at 8:00 AM Matthew, this poem can be interpreted in more ways than one. It is a good ensemble of descriptive words. Can I presume you are describing the World Trade Center attacks of 2001?

Carolyn Devonshire January 9, 2011 at 1:42 PM Bluefish are fun to catch, Matthew, and my late huband for a time held the record for the largest bluefish caught on the Jersey shore. Yes, my tiger shark story is true and we old sailors have lots of such stories to share. Thanks for your comment. I hope you enjoy the book. I think you'll receive it this coming week. Love, Carolyn

Autumn Page January 8, 2011 at 8:47 PM I love the flow of your poetry. Creates a beautiful image. Love this write.

Carolyn Devonshire January 6, 2011 at 2:21 PM At first I was thinking snowfall, then the collapse of the twin towers or another act of terrorism. Very compelling poem, Matthew. I just arrived in Ormond Beach and first thing I did was pick up my mail and put your book in the mail. You should get it soon! This is quaite a thought-provoking write ass we "enjoy the game" as attacks are made. Brilliant writing! Love, Carolyn