Bill, at Not Quite Dead Poet, left this poem in my comments, and I thought it was too good to have hidden away. He very kindly gave me permission to post it. Thank you, Bill.
Virtual September
Through your words
I see angels fall from pillars of flame,
but cannot taste your salted tears.
Through your words
I hear the chaos of a thousand souls,
but not one of your choked sobs.
Through your words
I touch the broken shards, pick through the scraps of paper,
scraps of lives. But My hands are empty,
My hands are clean.
Is it the same for the leaders of terror and war,
Too far to see or hear or feel.
Too far removed, too distant, too un-real, too un-real.
Bill – Sept 27th, 2002
Beautiful poem! And I know you're not into these meme-ish things, but if you change your mind, you've been tagged.
ReplyDeleteLJ, it's a favorites meme. I can't! I can't!
ReplyDeleteBut thanks for asking.
Thank you, Bill. Thank you, Grandmère. Lovely.
ReplyDeletePaul, ain't it grand?
ReplyDeleteit IS a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteand grandmere, maybe you could make a poem about some of your favorites...
Yeah, PJ tagged me on these favorites thing. sigh. I'll do it but only because she asked and I have to keep everyone happy so they'll come to the gathering!
ReplyDeleteI like the new color background, by the way.
Says it all really.
ReplyDeleteD.P.
When I start to do favorites, I can go on forever. It's hard to eliminate. That's the problem.
ReplyDeleteAnd the whole exercise requires thinking, which is hard, too.
Dennis, I have tried this color before, but sometimes Blogger turns it yellow, and then I have go back to the white, because I can't have a yellow blog page.