One of Those Autumn Days, 9/11
A rare photo that I actually took on one of those autumn days around where I live–a place that remains clear, blue, and silent even today.
One of Those Autumn Days, 9/11
The day was one of those autumn days you keep in your heart.
The air, clear and crisp.
The sky, cerulean, no cloud daring to mar its perfection.
All was well. All was normal.
Then it wasn’t.
Just three hundred miles south of my tranquil world
Another world—a vicious, chaotic world—was erupting.
Images from that toxic, helter-skelter world
Collided with my safe, clear blue silence.
And I cried.
The day was one of those autumn days you keep in your heart.
The world was changed forever.
Heroes died and heroes lived; some forgave, others avenged.
All was never perfect. Normal was just an illusion.
Still, I hope.
Because today is another one of those autumn days…
I really liked your poem “One of those Autumn Days.” As a poet myself, it really evoked a feeling. Something I don’t always experience. It’s interesting to read what other people have written about 911.
Thanks so much. Since I’m not a poet (at least I don’t define myself as one), I am quite flattered that my poem evoked something in you that you felt worthy of a comment. Thanks for visiting and for sharing your thoughts with me.
You are inspired and inspiring. Love you.
Love you too!)
Very beautiful words reflecting on a very sad time that is still with us all today.
Thanks Jacqueline. I am amazed at how inspiration side-lines me when I least expect it.
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful!
The picture or the poem?
Picture. I love it. I’m in NYC. Quite envious.
I do live in a beautiful place, if you like trees, lakes, mountains, and lots of open spaces…and critters (lots of critters).
Lovely…today I spent an hour, out in the beautiful blue and golden day, listening to birds..looking into the peaceful deep green of the woods…and thinking about…”That day”…..and later, as we did years ago…I cried.
Thank you for a lovely, lovely, poem..
I find it incredible that so many of us were outside enjoying the spliced that only nature can provide as we were dealing with our memories in our own ways. We are not so very different..
Beautifully done. Thank you.
You are so welcome! Sometimes I have to show my serious side…
Thanks for your poem Lorna … how blessed are you to call this stunning autumn-flavoured, clear, blue and peacefilled place … home, cheers catchul8r molly
Beautiful poem.
Thank you so much. Poetry is not my “thing” but it just popped out today and I wanted to share it with someone other than my dog, Scrappy, who was rather unimpressed with it.
It’s hard to impress a dog with something that doesn’t involve food, affection, or playing.
Lorna, just like I did 11 years ago, I awoke to a crisp beautiful fall day and went out for a morning run. I too was struck by how hauntingly familiar the feel of this day was. Despite the spectacular weather in which to run, I felt a tinge of melancholy that the run was unable to shake off. I still cannot believe it has been 11 years. My emotions are as raw today as the day it occurred. I appreciate your thoughtful tenderness in the verse. Thank you.
Guess we’re on the same wavelength, Phil. Not surprising. Thanks for letting me know.
So fitting…so true…so sad…
But tomorrow is another day. And I have hope. Always hope.
Lorna, the photograph is beautiful. It is a clear reminder of the contrasts of that day and how it changed our world. Your voice here is clear and beautiful … like a bell summoning our better selves. This is a fine post. The best I have seen on this day. Thank you.
Thanks so much. When I woke up today, I was struck at how very similar the weather was all those years ago. It was a beautiful day then and it’s a beautiful day today. The poem just popped out of me and I had to share it.
Thoughtful. Our lives have changed radically since that day.
Thanks, Victoria. Poems are not my genre, but I just had to write something. The weather today reminds me so much of that morning. Everything has changed, yet so much has remained.
Love it. Strange day.. it still echoes through the days.
Good to hear from you, Jeanna! Thanks. Leave it to Mother Nature to inspire me out of my comfort zone and write a poem. I woke up to a day that was just like the day 11 years ago…except that it’s not just like that day, is it?