Forgotten (Lest We)
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Forgotten (Lest We):
Six years past,
Cliché to remember now when convenience makes itself any easy companion,
One more round with morning on the plaid couch.
Six years….
...The furniture was torn down all around us,
Boxes living in all the corners,
Filled with things never sorted the last time,
Not sorted since;
She still slept, or maybe showered,
Somewhere down the hall, oblivious,
While morning flashed by, channel to channel.
It was coffee that kept me still,
Only for a moment while the box told me that morning,
All of it had arrived, and with it,
The end of one day,
The beginning of the next.
It was between the first and second when I saw it,
One tower burnt, the other pristine,
I saw the lazy approach of the second missle,
Hating as it came on, saw it plow into beautiful steel,
Watched while smoke filled the air,
Hypnotized.
The edges of reason tell you that this isn’t real,
Life doesn’t shift that way, without asking;
I knew better; it was real,
real as the little drifting dolls,
Escaping fire to fly one last time,
Till the sudden stop.
Tears never knock before they enter,
Wrapped in terry, she came down,
To find me on the frameless mattress,
Crying for paper dolls I had never cut.
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—‘Forgotten (Lest We):’--
Okay. At first, I thought: Oh, just another Nine-Eleven thing. But after reading your poem I soon discovered it was injected with new, creative ideas. You really hammered out an excellent piece here! There are some unforgettable lines that I adore, like:
‘While morning flashed by, channel to channel.’
-God, how many people do we know that channel surf away their entire mornings?
And ‘The edges of reason tell you that this isn’t real.’
-How true.
These two lines blew me away: ‘Tears never knock before they enter.’ and ‘Crying for paper dolls I had never cut.’
I found this to be an outstanding work.
However, one thing did disturb
me: I am in awe at the number of comma’s
littered all over the page. But, alas, I forgave you, and, in doing
so, I read, from beginning to end, and, loved it, in spite of my
little objection
.
Holy Sh*t This is amazing. It feels like the disjointed thoughts of memories and emotions tangled up to create an unmistakeable sensation of real truth. This is a work of beauty and elegance. I applaud your intimacy and grace in writing such a peice.
What a way to express your feelings towards 9/11. It was a very tragic event and to this day I still pray for the lost lives. I can't say I know how the families truly feel because I didn't lose a friend or family member but I can say that I lost a little hope for America and I hope to gain that hope back someday. You are a very talented writer and I hope you continue to write for as long as possible.. Thanks for your time.
First, I would like to say, THANK YOU for not injecting this poem with political cheese. It is a moving and powerful work and above all a very human poem. I dig it.
Deep way to share what scars 9/11 has left on not just you and me, but us as a nation. Thank you for sharing.