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Yeah, so it's been awhile since I posted anything in here. Mostly because I haven't written anything that is ready to be posted yet. I hate posting WIPs (work in progress) because I hate reading them, so I don't force anyone else to read my own. Therefor, I don't post stuff until it's good and done, and right now all I would have to post are WIPs that probably won't be updated for months - if not years, if they ever get finished at all. So yeah, no posty from Maren.
So, I'm going for the ultimate writing cop-out and posting more poetry. That I wrote several years ago, no less, but didn't feel comfortable posting st the time because both of the following peices were written in reaction to two incredibly tragic events and I didn't want to pour salt on an open wound, so to speak. However, both are now at least 3 years old, so I hope that most such wounds have since healed a bit, even if they did leave one hell of a scar.
Tears of the Eagle (September 11, 2001 remembered)
The day dawned bright, alive in the morning light
The lives of all the people ran along on their daily flight.
Sons and daughters in school, running to catch the late bell
Mothers and fathers arriving to work, ideas and products to sell
But non were knowing of the great shadow that loomed
To near the horizon, a black ship with a dark plume
It rode through the sky on wings of stained silver
The first fallen angel, a sad message sent of hate to deliver
The world paused then, left in hurt and confusion
Wondering how could let happen such a hurtful conclusion
But it was only the first; the message not yet understood
As only moments later, a second messenger was sent to finish what still stood.
Thousands of lives lost, thousands of families torn apart
One tragic day, leaving America to her bleeding heart
Every soul was mourning, the bells of every church to tell
And every heart was weeping as the proud Twin Towers fell
Tears rained down from every eye
As the true meaning of the day finally dawned inside
The ground was washed with the salt of tears American-born
And on that tragic September day, a Proud Eagle for her children did mourn
But out of the ashes a new dream does rise
The lives were not wasted, and though the nation still cries
For in the shadow of such loss, a new light has been born
Bringing a nation back together, making her States United once more.
By candle light and reflected flame
With songs of joy sung to hide the pain
Soldiers are remembered, and loved ones, and friends
And lives are celebrated, even as bruised hearts still mend.
Many hearts still weep, and many voices still cry
The pain is still there, though hide it we try
But slowly America heals, rebuilding spirit and mind
And taking strength from the knowledge that no one can destroy the spirit inside.
February 1, 2003
It started out a morning just like any other
Said “hi’ to my father, gave a hug to my mother
Only to see the sadness on their face
As they watched a new moment in history take place
We stared in shock at the flame across the sky
And once alone, fall to my knees and let myself cry
With silent sobs the tears flow free
And I hang my head and don’t want to believe
And in my heart half forgotten memories wake
Of a little girl faced with similar heartache
Another time, another fire in the sky
Too young to under stand why all the people would cry
But now the understanding is all to clear
As I feel in my heart the reason for every tear
And so I weep with others the world across
When four words through out the nation echo
“The Columbia is lost.”
So, I'm going for the ultimate writing cop-out and posting more poetry. That I wrote several years ago, no less, but didn't feel comfortable posting st the time because both of the following peices were written in reaction to two incredibly tragic events and I didn't want to pour salt on an open wound, so to speak. However, both are now at least 3 years old, so I hope that most such wounds have since healed a bit, even if they did leave one hell of a scar.
Tears of the Eagle (September 11, 2001 remembered)
The day dawned bright, alive in the morning light
The lives of all the people ran along on their daily flight.
Sons and daughters in school, running to catch the late bell
Mothers and fathers arriving to work, ideas and products to sell
But non were knowing of the great shadow that loomed
To near the horizon, a black ship with a dark plume
It rode through the sky on wings of stained silver
The first fallen angel, a sad message sent of hate to deliver
The world paused then, left in hurt and confusion
Wondering how could let happen such a hurtful conclusion
But it was only the first; the message not yet understood
As only moments later, a second messenger was sent to finish what still stood.
Thousands of lives lost, thousands of families torn apart
One tragic day, leaving America to her bleeding heart
Every soul was mourning, the bells of every church to tell
And every heart was weeping as the proud Twin Towers fell
Tears rained down from every eye
As the true meaning of the day finally dawned inside
The ground was washed with the salt of tears American-born
And on that tragic September day, a Proud Eagle for her children did mourn
But out of the ashes a new dream does rise
The lives were not wasted, and though the nation still cries
For in the shadow of such loss, a new light has been born
Bringing a nation back together, making her States United once more.
By candle light and reflected flame
With songs of joy sung to hide the pain
Soldiers are remembered, and loved ones, and friends
And lives are celebrated, even as bruised hearts still mend.
Many hearts still weep, and many voices still cry
The pain is still there, though hide it we try
But slowly America heals, rebuilding spirit and mind
And taking strength from the knowledge that no one can destroy the spirit inside.
February 1, 2003
It started out a morning just like any other
Said “hi’ to my father, gave a hug to my mother
Only to see the sadness on their face
As they watched a new moment in history take place
We stared in shock at the flame across the sky
And once alone, fall to my knees and let myself cry
With silent sobs the tears flow free
And I hang my head and don’t want to believe
And in my heart half forgotten memories wake
Of a little girl faced with similar heartache
Another time, another fire in the sky
Too young to under stand why all the people would cry
But now the understanding is all to clear
As I feel in my heart the reason for every tear
And so I weep with others the world across
When four words through out the nation echo
“The Columbia is lost.”