A Dance with Words: Song for the Fallen


Dancing is the poetry of the foot.  ~John Dryden

Hello, friends.  This isn’t about dance.  It’s about poetry, but I do believe the two are related.  What is poetry, if not a dance with words?  I composed this yesterday to honor today: the 15th anniversary of September 11, 2001.

~

 Whose souls are these that fill this holy place?

Specters we still see, fam’ly we once knew.

What was spilled, which once upheld enlivened face?

___

Against our countrymen did we once rue.

Oh, anger!  Could we kill our fellow man?

Recall when crimson ran with gray and blue.

___

I see them scramble up that horrid land.

A rain of mayhem kept those beaches lit.

As many vali’nt fell on D-Day’s sands.

___

I saw that day when history was writ.

When heroes rose and freedom thusly bought.

Hearts rent asunder with those towers hit.

___

Today we mourn.  For what has evil wrought!

Tomorrow we shall face and forward go.

Hearken to me now; lest this be forgot.

washington-monument

photo by Roman Boed (flickr)

Advertisements

The floor is yours now.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s