9/11 Abstract from wetcanvas.com
(A stream of consciousness offering on this 15th anniversary of that terrible day. No apologies for my still burning anger.)
fifteen years
years of tears
more than sad
beyond anger
a blue sky
September morn
terror turned red
white and blue
hearts to black
peace profaned
mind disquieted
all its emotional
equipoise lost
joys displaced
by unbalanced
unbearable
lightness of
being at one with
an effortless
conscienceless
cold ruthless
impulse for murder
a deep and dark
welling of vengeance
that suppurates
festering still
altered states
changed forever
with madness
made sane by
retributive rage
red and raw
open wounds
cannot heal
never destined
for soothing
by rational scars
what was once
all too human
now animalistic
regressed and
degraded by
force of hot
furious hatred
a hatred that
hatred itself
brings to bear
damn the soul
for what one man
can do to another
Poesy plus Polemics 
Raw rage is called for.
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it rises of its own
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I couldn’t agree more. ☹️
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and so we must never forget
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Rage is totally appropriate.
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it is unavoidable
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Totally agree Paul.
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thank you for linking my poem with your readers
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You are entitled to be angry…I am after all these years.
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humanity needs be angered
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I shed a tear or more that day…know exactly where I was, serving an awkward bankruptcy order on a miscreant in a Devon delight village…went out and purchased a US flag (easier than I thought might be the case), hung it proudly on my ‘back then’ front lawn, as did oh so many Brits (to me, an unusual act for normally flags don’t impress). When ever I reflect on this vile event, ‘one that Hollywood movies could not ‘better’, as my then 9 year old boy mentioned…he meant it well, by the way) the numbness consumes me still. Today, as with 11th minute of the 11th of the 11th 1918 for entirely different reason, I welcome said, succumb to that numbness. Mournfully I feast on it. I’m with you every step on this, Paul. It was a day when one’s politics mattered not a jot.
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and there have been far too many such days in our long and troubled history – most of which have been lost to the mists – all memories deceased
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Agree…remembrance feeds knowledge of history’s lessons…many forget that at their peril.
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Powerful!
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as are the memories
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Emotions that still burn inside
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indeed
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conscienceless? This is the real horror, that they were following the dictates of their conscience. This ideal, this outlook is the worst enemy and should be addressed as the ultimate root cause.
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poisoned minds
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I can never forget those dreadful images I watched it live on TV, though I was thousands of miles away, I was choked with anger, pain, hurt…! Humanity has lost the trust in humanity ! Paul, you are words are powerful! Some wounds never heal they keep burning below the scars!
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it was quite personal to me
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My prayers are with you!
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appreciate your thoughtfulness
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Numbing emotions birthed by the unimaginable bursting into flame. Thanks for voicing the anger you bear.
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you are most welcome, but it’s not like I had a choice – it is what it is
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No words to add to your towering words – a rage without resolution . . .
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yes
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Hi Paul. A terrible day! But there are still so many unanswered questions! What is the truth? Thank you for liking my poem “Wooded Copse!” Best Wishes The Foureyed Poet.
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I think we have all the truth we need
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So powerfully responsive to the unthinkable which shocked the world. It is incredible that so many years have past already yet the vivid images that remain embedded in our heart, mind and soul of events as they unfolded on that horrific day tear at our sleep and waking hours. As the news broke I remember so clearly grasping the steering wheel of my car tightly, fearfully, angered, eyes welling in mourning for those whose lives were taken and loved ones left to face that unimaginable grief.
I began to look sideways at those in their own cars and a similar look of shock and fear was evident in their own reception of the news. I had difficulty breathing for a time, my mind racing as I struggled to stay focused on my surroundings and the roadway traffic in front of me. That is the first time I felt that kind of fear and even though New York City is nearly a five day drive from the west coast of Canada it was a suffocating fear and nervous tension as though suddenly I felt threatened, potentially at risk and eerily vulnerable.
I will never recall the endless stream of replays of what happened that tragic day. The human lives lost was unthinkable, the reasons just far beyond rationalization on any level. As the minutes and hours past with the worst imaginable unfolding, the terror, by design, found its target, left the bloodstains etched upon our souls and an endless flow of tears for precious life taken in such an unimaginable display of conscienceless hatred.
Your words are eloquent and evocative Paul. I am sad for this world….truly sad.
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me, too
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Oh, I am deeply, deeply sorry it was personal for you. A tragic day I hope the U.S. never forgets. My heart goes out to you and all others for whom it was personal!
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thank you dearly, ellen
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