The Emporium Gazette
Issue 30 -- October 2001
by Bob Nailor
Emotions. Every person that watched the horror unfold was gripped with emotion. Some said that the person or persons involved in this act had no emotions. That is a fallacy. Even cold-hearted is an emotion.
Poetry is the ultimate vehicle for emotions because it allows us to express our thoughts in short phrases or eloquent stanzas. Free verse has become a popular vehicle to express one's inner thoughts; although rhyming is still accepable.
A point in one's life, any point, can be the catalyst necessary to emote those words to paper: death, love, birth, hate, truth, lie, sunset, sunrise, a storm, a sunny day, even a canary's song. The list is as varied as the poetry produced.
As we look back on Tuesday, September 11, 2001, let the emotions you feel be put on paper. Each of us will reflect on the same incidents with different views; share them with friends and loved ones.
Here's a sampling...
Evil smirks from the witness chair.
Distance fails to filter filth
Today we shall be remembered
I sit here with my father.
Today he's in his own world,
Does he realize that the Trade World Center is afire?
The horror unfolds like demons unleashed,
Patriotism has burned within his body
His eyes unglazed, a lucid moment.
Bob Nailor is author of "The Secret Voice," an Amish-Christian story, "Pangaea, Eden Lost," an adventure story, "Three Steps: The Journeys of Ayrold," a Celtic fantasy, and "2012: Timeline Apocalypse," an end-of-time tale. He is also included in several anthologies and collections. Check his website at www.bobnailor.com
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