Here is a reprint of my two 9/11 poems. The second poem written a week or so after the first.
Peace,
Laurie
September 11, 2001
A silent scream
replaced the winds
Blowing across our country
Jagged, red, gaping
Horror.
Once. Twice. Our towers
invincible, Symbols of
our Greatest city,
Wounded, like us.
Strong, like us.
Twogether...gone,
they fall before we can comprehend.
OH, but we do not.
Parting the smoke, the flames,
the ash...Like winged-dragons
We rise above the mayhem,
the dead no less warriors
than we who survive
Armed with our anger,
Dangerous and Just,
And sniffing the air for your scent
We gather strength,
with each fiery breath,
from this day,
until Your stench
is History.
(c) Laurie Eckhout
Scar Tissue
Black Ink, now.
I switch from Red.
Too angry.
Too sentimental.
Too bloody, like
September 11,
Tuesday morning, 2001.
War.
I saw it Live on t.v.
Real people.
Really dying.
Our country stunned dumb
Damaged beyond what
any single, or a thousand bullets could do.
We are all scarred.
In time and with
strength of Spirit and Country
We can turn our wounds
into beautiful tattoos...maybe
Doves, emblems of peace
and love and freedom.
But the pain shall and should always remain.
Passing through a birthing chamber
of horror, that dreadful morning,
the lesson to humanity must
continue to touch us forevermore,
Lest we forget
the Before
and
the After.
September 11
Dear Laurie ~
Thank you for reprinting your poems as a memorium today, remembering 'the' September 11, and the horror of it for everyone. As I opened up my computer, I saw a link regarding the families and their activities today. I didn't go straight to it, but wondered what I could or might say here in remembrance. When I saw your posting, I was glad to see it. For me, your words [and my few here] are enough to embrace what it felt like then, and still does now. Your poems brought tears the same as they did the first time I read them. The depth of sadness remains. My heart is with those who died and those who still live, and continue to be impacted by it, worldwide.
Love,
Elizabeth
Thank you for reprinting your poems as a memorium today, remembering 'the' September 11, and the horror of it for everyone. As I opened up my computer, I saw a link regarding the families and their activities today. I didn't go straight to it, but wondered what I could or might say here in remembrance. When I saw your posting, I was glad to see it. For me, your words [and my few here] are enough to embrace what it felt like then, and still does now. Your poems brought tears the same as they did the first time I read them. The depth of sadness remains. My heart is with those who died and those who still live, and continue to be impacted by it, worldwide.
Love,
Elizabeth
Our love is like a plane
winging in
towering above
heralding death
and disaster
and yet
we can rebuild
for the sake of
our Children
to them
we must tell
a Storey
of how the Mighty USA
lived to fight
another day
not just in Baseball
and Track and Field
but in the War
against Terror
which in
The Long Run
is
equally
Important.
winging in
towering above
heralding death
and disaster
and yet
we can rebuild
for the sake of
our Children
to them
we must tell
a Storey
of how the Mighty USA
lived to fight
another day
not just in Baseball
and Track and Field
but in the War
against Terror
which in
The Long Run
is
equally
Important.