In one season
life can
bury
its own color,
cover
every inch of ground
in death
brewed from
an age-old
malady,
leave the path
covered
with skyjacked
shadows
of nearly
three thousand
who died from the
spread
of the disease—
but as shadows
are
light interrupted,
they are not then,
nor now,
light forgotten.
© 2014 Jennifer
Wagner
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True as long as we remember as you do here..
ReplyDeletethose lives are forever..
in light of US free..
we stay free forever as love too..
to highlight two beams of light..where love still flows....and sings the song..
of free....
skyjacked shadows - that image sticks with me - our lives can change in a year, in a month, in a heartbeat
ReplyDeleteLightly and nicely done.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done Jennifer. You conveyed the darkness so well here, when all those lives were taken by hatred.
ReplyDeleteFantastic - images and poem - wow!
ReplyDeleteSkyjacked shadows ~ I admire the subtle play of light and darkenss and such a fitting tribute to those people who lost their lives ~ Terrific response Jennifer ~
ReplyDeleteIt is good to realize that it only takes one season for life to bury its own color. So much to think about here, in the memory of the 3000 lost.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Almost a prayer. May Peace be with us all.
ReplyDeleteThis is powerful. Light will always triumph even if it gets snuffed out temporarily.
ReplyDeleteReverence. Through remembrance, strength is born. _m
ReplyDeleteJennifer I've been trying to put my thoughts together about that day (my daughter and I were there in NYC) I'm reminded how important it is to just keep telling the stories.
ReplyDeleteFree, the His light never contained. Yes tomorrow. And we are still free. Always.
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nice remembrance here... some of the hope is we pulled together, at least, for awhile
ReplyDeleteI had hope one day it would be the end.. but it seems the malady is still spreading.
ReplyDeleteMoving tribute - and really interesting short, often one-word lines, which add to the solemnity or add gravitas to this poem. Rather like the roll-call of names...
ReplyDeleteskyjacked shadows..beautiful remembrance ..Jennifer loved this
ReplyDeletemoving remembrance of that tragic day... I wasn't there, but saw the 2nd plane crash live on air will always stick with me...
ReplyDeleteNice remembrance as that anniversary comes around again...great response to the prompt!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful respectful tribute... so very nicely done!
ReplyDeleteNice remembrance !
ReplyDeletethe world held its breath when this happened... thanks for the beautiful tribute..
ReplyDeleteGreat writing, and a moving tribute. I love how you described the shadows as light interrupted.
ReplyDeleteIn many ways, their Light remains--differently for relatives and city dwellers than for those more distant. The illustration speaks to me too.
ReplyDelete"skyjacked shadows" - an indelible image.
ReplyDeleteyour use of imagery is stunning...the ending perfect. this is a lovely tribute.
ReplyDeleteeach word is so touching....
ReplyDeleteOf course, this was the first image that came to my mind when I read the topic. Wonderful job with it!
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