Contributor Series 1: 9/11
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.
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.
The gentle voice of this poem enhances its power, speaking about such a terrifying day. Great touch.
The last stanza was perfect. Wonderful poem:)