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Contributor Series 1: 9/11, 9/11

09.18.09 Posted in Contributor Series 1, today's words by

Contributor Series 1: 9/11
By Sharon Poch
(written September 11, 2002)

Brittle brown days of autumn
once lush with harvest scent
now smell of
ash, cinders, human flesh

One plane, then a second
slice through the innocent towers
and they fall, screaming
into September earth

A bewildered blue sky
blinks away tears of smoke
unaware that the world
is forever changed

Sharon Poch’s poetry (The Future) has appeared in vox poetica in 2009.

3 Responses to “Contributor Series 1: 9/11, 9/11”

  1. sarah says:

    Powerful! I like the sounds (and images) of brittle brown days and a bewildered blue sky that blinks. I often find endings to poems difficult, but this seems just right.

  2. Rae says:

    The gentle voice of this poem enhances its power, speaking about such a terrifying day. Great touch.

  3. The last stanza was perfect. Wonderful poem:)

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