Dragonfly~

a 9/11 remembrance~

If I were a dragonfly

Could my body stop a tragedy

If I were a dragonfly

Could I carry all the people from the smoke

If I were a dragonfly

Could my wings hold up the buildings

 

Brother was there

For the jumpers

He tried to will them to fly

 

But they weren’t dragonflies

 

If I were a dragonfly

Sifting dust and ash

From my wings on a burning windowsill

Would a man’s tears

Be enough to quench this strange fire

 

If I were a dragonfly . . . .

But I’m just a human girl with a cellphone

Imprinting Brother’s voice

Inhaling Brother’s breathing

Across the lines

 

 

copyright:2001vssmd

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Author's Note

on Sept. 11, 2001, I was to join my brother for dinner that evening in Manhattan~he is a financial analyst~on that day he was presenting a workshop when the first Plane hit~ it took me an hour to finally hear his voice~ it was the longest hour of my life~ I wrote this that night~ it took ten years for me to finally open it again~ what a world

Reviews

[David W Moore III]

It was surreal enough watching it unfold with no connection to the drama. I cannot even imagine what it must have been like with a loved one there. If wishes and prayers could have been made into solid form, the city of New York would have been buried miles deep.

[Sarah]

nice work. it has true meaning, well done...

[DarkAngel]

I think this is an amazing poem.

[MzWrite]

First of all, thank you for writing and sharing this very personal piece of your heart in writing. Secondly, it is very beautiful and touching. 9/11 is a day I am sure none of us will soon forget. I'm so glad that your brother was not lost that day.

[arbitrary jane]

oh the ache of this.
'Sifting dust and ash

From my wings on a burning windowsill'

the loss. and you sitting there unknowing...
in my heart i am there with you ten years ago, on a burning windowsill in the sifting ash.

[FireWoman]

A day none of us ever will forget. So many lives lost, so many stories each more heart wrenching than the next. No one can imagine that kind of pain until it happens, I am truly happy that you two were blessed for another sunset. A poignant write.

[allie]

amazing poem

[Barbara Lynne]

yes...that was a terrifying day for all of us. I can not imagine how you must have felt waiting to hear his voice. thank you for sharing..

[Kerry O'Connor]

This brings the terror all to close to home - the personal anxiety and the pain of watching others succumb is captured with your grace and humanity.

[Brad]

ouch, selene, this one made the hurt come back...nice job...and hugs

[NZane]

I love this, so full of emotions. I'm adding this to my library! Great job :)