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September

a reflective septolet

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Comment from mermaids
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I think most of us remember Sept. 11 when September arrives.
You describe well the feeling of that day and the impact it has on most of us. Great lines and verses.

 Comment Written 04-Sep-2009


reply by the author on 05-Sep-2009
    Thank you, my friend. I appreciate your thoughtful response. Brooke
Comment from Stergios Palaras Jr
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I was in Boston when this happens. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a beautiful Autumn day. Of all the things that will mark my time in the US, that day will be the most unforgettable. What a reflection Brooke.

 Comment Written 04-Sep-2009


reply by the author on 04-Sep-2009
    Yes, I live outside of Philly and the entire Northeast was sharing that glorious weather. Thank you, Stergios. Brooke
Comment from Carol D Parker
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The words of this poem are excellent. Your septolet is perfect and you did write the second verse from a different perspective and it's kind of ironic. You write such clever stuff. Great work.
Carol

 Comment Written 04-Sep-2009


reply by the author on 04-Sep-2009
    Thank you, Carol - the irony of that tragedy happening on such a perfect day has always stuck with me. I struck me as I watched in disbelief and remains one of my most lasting images, the perfect skies filling with flames and ash. Brooke
Comment from lola29
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Can't help buut think of times in New York when skies were blue and everything seemed to come together, and then out of nowhere came the rain. But, I like the rain. I'm sure your connotation was something different.

 Comment Written 04-Sep-2009


reply by the author on 04-Sep-2009
    Yes, my connotation is to describe the attacks on September 11 when the skies of that perfect weather day turned to ash and fire after the collision course of the planes into the Towers. But you're not the first person to think about turns in weather, so no worry :-) Thanks, Lola. Brooke
Comment from skye
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What a wonderful poem, helping remember without using the stark images of that day.
Your choice of artwork is so great... she is one of my favorite icons.
Very very well done.

 Comment Written 04-Sep-2009


reply by the author on 04-Sep-2009
    Thank you, Skye - sometimes I think to imply something is more effective than to state it bluntly. Brooke
Comment from EKPoet
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This poem really has a high contrast to it, the clash between the sublime sunlight and cool crisp air and that ashen explosion when the planes crashed into the towers and brought all our thoughts crashing down with it. the suddeness of the impact comes through here, one is really jarred by the impact. stunned. eKPoet

 Comment Written 04-Sep-2009


reply by the author on 04-Sep-2009
    EKPoet, thank you. I appreciate your insightful reading of this poem. Brooke
Comment from DeboraDyess
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A beautifully written poem about a horrific day. I was smiling at the beginning, not realizing what September you were talking about. It is still rough to remember, isn't it. Nice work on a hard topic. Deb

 Comment Written 04-Sep-2009


reply by the author on 04-Sep-2009
    Yes, still quite rough! Thank you for your insightful review, Deb. Brooke
Comment from Nicnac
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Oh my goodness, Brooke.
This is so touching.
It evokes strong feelings - too many different ones to mention, but mostly sadness.

This timely poem says so much. That September morn is one I'll never forget.

The contrast in your poem fits that day perfectly. The beautiful blue sky over the Trade centers, without warning, turned to a horrifying ashen grey. So sad.

This is a moving septolet. Perfect form and powerful, moving message.
Hugs to you on this blue sky day.
Nic

 Comment Written 04-Sep-2009


reply by the author on 04-Sep-2009
    Thank you, Nic - the fact that it was a perfect day that day has always stuck with me - the irony of it all just made it seem all the worse. Brooke
Comment from AndStuff
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I assume from the picture this is talking about New York City? If it is you probably captured it very well, I haven't been there in September, but I've been there at other times of the year. Great job!

 Comment Written 03-Sep-2009


reply by the author on 04-Sep-2009
    Yes, it is talking about the attack on the World Trade Center, which occurred on a beautifully, crystal clear day. Thank you, my friend. Brooke
Comment from marion
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Hi adewpeal, they are flowing from you aren't they? Poem after poem. I may have told you how you never seem to amaze me with your poetry. I would take a week to write something such as the skill in this one. The 'different' perspective in this one is exactly how it should be, ironic and great. M.

 Comment Written 03-Sep-2009


reply by the author on 04-Sep-2009
    Thanks, Marion - I see you have two stories up for nomination - I voted for the one I gave the six to - I hope giving you two nods in one month doesn't split the votes. Brooke
reply by marion on 04-Sep-2009
    They have removed one of them ... goodness knows why. I didn't really care, but now you have said you voted for one (they removed Finding the Edge) I may write to Tom and ask him where these votes have gone too. Butcher's Flat was left as the final selection? What are your thoughts on this? M.