I stood and watched
Two planes collide.
And heard the sound
As from a memory.
The felt warmth
Of neutrinos,
Scarred an image
Through every skull.
Like a beautiful Angiogram.
We sighed as the missiles
Wrote their new world history-
Though shorter than a blink.
foto & poem T Carroll
Have read this several times now...
Powerful imagery.
Oh, and love the pic... always have had a thing for lighthouses : )
The first four lines really get one's attention. something Joni Mitchell about it, made me think of hejira? I'm really glad to see you doing this sort of thing Tommy, really good work.
I really like this poem, it has an intensity to it that explodes into the mind
I like this Tommy, we can all dream. The mood is interesting, sighing at the missiles as if almost bored with expectancy.
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Tue 24th Nov 2009 13:13
This is tight and strong, Tommy, chilling and thrilling.
Will you check the second-last line? 'missiles' needs the referring word 'their'. or a non-connection word like " 'the' new world history"