Twin forms rise in misted majesty
cubicles of industry awakening
blinking dot to dots as night becomes day
“All’s well” passed among the sentinels
by a button’s tone
life elevated and lowered
as if pursued by shifts.
The custodial crew stops for doughnuts.
before they come or go.
“How did the Mets do last night?”
A contest entry
- At the end of the day.... by SomethingPoetic.
470 points, ended July 10, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
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that was very profound, it was right there infront of everyone, and no one saw it until it was too late. Great job
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A Great Perspective!!!!!!!!!!
I think everybody has a vivid memeory of that morning and how it started and how it ended up changing our lives forever Iknow evrytime I see a plane in the sky I always think of that scene of the planes crashing inot the towers and the pentagon and in the Pennsylvania field....It profoundly impacted the lives of all Americans in one way or another. I wrote one on my take if you would care to read. It is Called "I WIll Always Remember" I would love to hear your feedback....A Great job re-telling of the ordinary morning that ened in anything BUT ordinary!!! Thansk for sharing!!!~~Toni~~ -
So true, how that morning seemed so ordinary. None of us could imagine what was to come. Very well penned.
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i really like your opening line, it says so much about 9/11 i like the thoughts you have put into this poem, i like how they stopped for doughnuts, keep up the good writing, -Amy
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this is a very good write its hard 2 believe that its been almost 7 years it feels as if it only happen yesterday
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Great write. It gave me the shivers the way you described these ordinary people going about their morning business. You capture the mundane aspect of it before everything changed.
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