silver lake
such ambient tones
as children and waterfowl
frolic at the lake.
thursday mo(u)rning
thursday is mourning
the loss of wednesday, but soon
will have to move on.
brought to you by the letter “W”
like a cock you crow,
like you invented daylight
(and security).
pre-autumnal
pre-autumnal dawn;
the cool, moist air colliding
with day-breaking light.
5
I wasn’t going to post much along the lines of this unfortunate anniversary, partly because I knew I couldn’t add to the grand discourse on the subject. That, and I find many of the statements being carved out on 9/11 are in tones that I wouldn’t want to duplicate on my worst day. So, to avoid sounding like a partisan idiot, a conspiracy theorist or a 21st century internet philosopher, I decided to abstain from waxing eloquent about the greatest domestic tragedy of my lifetime. At least that’s what I meant to do.
But I couldn’t sleep this morning, so I pulled out an old draft of a poem I’d been writing a few years ago. I won’t pretend to speak to the grand truths of tragedies like 9/11; I just wanted to offer this vague, personal remembrance. I figured it was about time to send a small tribute:
on the way
to the shore
on sunny days.
We were walkin’
‘cross the sand;
never saw it slippin’
through our hands.
Twilight talkin’
on the beach,
while our dreams were all
still within reach.
William Cook
Boulevard -
you made me look
as I was drivin’
out your way,
I was wonderin’
whatever became
but I recall
was the way
to the shore
on a sunny day,
but Manahawkin
never stays;
the more I strain, the
more you fade away.
Some more remembrances can be found at 2,996. And for simple emotional response, this poignant expression from Gigglechick. And a list of locals with thoughts is up at Philly Future.
Also, if you are so inclined, you can view the film 7 Days in September via Google Video
Five
I wasn’t going to post much along the lines of this unfortunate anniversary, partly because I knew I couldn’t add to the grand discourse on the subject. That, and I find many of the statements being carved out on 9/11 are in tones that I wouldn’t want to duplicate on my worst day. So, to avoid sounding like a partisan idiot, a conspiracy theorist or a 21st century internet philosopher, I decided to abstain from waxing eloquent about the greatest domestic tragedy of my lifetime. At least that’s what I meant to do.
But I couldn’t sleep this morning, so I pulled out an old draft of a poem I’d been writing a few years ago. I won’t pretend to speak to the grand truths of tragedies like 9/11; I just wanted to offer this vague, personal remembrance. I figured it was about time to send a small tribute:
on the way
to the shore
on sunny days.
We were walkin’
‘cross the sand;
never saw it slippin’
through our hands.
Twilight talkin’
on the beach,
while our dreams were all
still within reach.
William Cook
Boulevard -
you made me look
as I was drivin’
out your way,
I was wonderin’
whatever became
but I recall
was the way
to the shore
on a sunny day,
but Manahawkin
never stays;
the more I strain, the
more you fade away.
Some more remembrances can be found at 2,996. And for simple emotional response, this poignant expression from Gigglechick. And a list of locals with thoughts is up at Philly Future.
Also, if you are so inclined, you can view the film 7 Days in September via Google Video
recollection
ten in the morning:
telephone wakes me – she asks,
“have you heard the news?”
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