JUMPERS A 9/11 POEM
September 8, 2010 at 5:15 pm 3 comments
9/11
I wrote this poem seven years ago.
Who alive on that beautiful September morning, other than the tiniest child spared the memory, could forget that day.
The vast majority of us carry the images of that fateful day. The one I remember most is the jumpers. Those desperate people, approximately fifty, who joined hands or made makeshift parachutes, only to meet the same fate.
This poem is dedicated to them.
JUMPERS
They were like birds flying,
Leaping from flaming windows,
No wings to purchase air,
No hope of flying home.
They were like birds flying,
Tumbling in twos, alone,
Flashing by in a smoke-filled sky
While crowds watched in horror.
They were like birds flying
Flights, imprinting the nation’s memory.
They were like omens flying,
Carrying us into a world of fear.
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slpmartin | September 8, 2010 at 10:17 pm
A very sad…but powerful poem…thanks for this rememberance.
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walttriznastories | September 10, 2010 at 3:34 pm
I appreciate your comments on my poem. I still think about the desperation, and then terror those poor people must have experienced.
This is your second comment on my poetry, thanks.
Walt Trizna
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tomgeorgearts | April 29, 2014 at 11:24 pm
We’ll never know the hell they went through.