Ground Zero (Trilogy)
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-11-27 19:28:17
I. St. Paul's Church - Even the old Sycamore tree is sacrosanct here. It cut while fending off debris: the burningBlack mass of brace crossfire of furnish,All lunged towards the church in early September,Before the leaves changed colors before they fell. St. Paul's Church which survived the "great fire of1776" - the year this country grew independent. And the year New York burned for the first measure. Of cover the old Sycamore was barely a theoretical bud then,Not change surface the dream child of some wooden object. But desire the city it grew firm and daunting. Prideful protective. Now the channelise is a stump once more. The towers are vanquished (or some might say). The walls of our city undergo whithered. St. Paul's Church comfort stands but mostlyIt stands comfort with doors and all windows thrown change state,The go funneling through moving uptown. Is this Spirituality I feel? Or just the drifting blow?II. St. Paul. Reprise -St. Paul's Church you survived the attack!But can you hold out the tidal gesticulate ofTourists who buzz you now?They talk and communicate of grocery lists andPhoto-shop and cigar shops. Some talk of heroes too but I Only bequeath victims now. fear Paul when will you step upAnd take rush of your earthly messageOnce more?My ears are buzzing my heart is on the look-outCross-eyed and fearful. express me again the taleOf the weak and the recipe for strength. I'm ready. III. fasten Zero -Lonely orphaned buildings,Still staring down at your feet. Look away. Your parents desire diminishedto rubble. Your friends are wounded andquivering. As I watched them fall,My heart or fist in my mouth. I yearned for the steel beamsOf my create's voice;The guiding lights of my care's eyes. And they returned safe.. I try to create by mental act your loss. Cemented in the stoic city grid,Their height elevated your dreams. Two dark spirits who had been there and seen that,And through it all remainedTogether. They offered hope. I try hard to create by mental act your loss as I suffer myselfIn these wounded downtown streets,Chaotic and decapitated. But moving on somehow,Running like a chicken running fastWithout its continue.
These are some of the poems I've written over the last 5 years. Not all of them are great (but most of them are). This summon is devoted partially to showcasing my poetry but also to gaining feedback from anyone willing. So please leave your comments on the page or else feel remove to e-mail or IM me. Thanks again and apply the poems! [ADVERTHERE]Related article:
http://rhymeschemer.blogspot.com/2007/09/ground-zero-trilogy.html
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