- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Ghosts of New York
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Click hereI don't really hate New York
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Two giants looming present although gone,
Cast shadows longer than their shadows were.
They darken the horizon at the dawn
In our minds. One looks, still expecting there
To see the columns reaching to the sky
Above the bleak surrounding cityscape.
Still a collective emotional high
Grips our conscienceness. We watch the tape
Again, again, yet trying to make sense
Of what was done. The images remain
Stamped in our mind's eye. Voices make us tense
And turn; we hear a strange mystic refrain,
The lost beg visitors: "Please don't forget
The price we paid." Their absence is our debt.
- COMMENTS
KOLKOREabout 16 years ago"Two giants looming present although gone,/ Cast shadows longer than their shadows were." With two lines eulogizing not only what was snapped from New York but what the whole nation have been grieving about -from that day on. So true, never have been an absence so present on this land...
LeBrozabout 16 years agoAn excellent form, the sonnet, with which to express such powerful feelings while not letting emotionality take it over the top.
