ash of falling leaves
from steel to bits of nothing
flesh to memories
tragic day, innocents lost
cherished, never forgotten
The prompt from Tuesday Poetics – “On a Loop” – at dVerse asks us to take a phrase from a poem/post from a September 11th in our past and use it to create a new one. I don’t know that I can do justice to Falling Leaves,
my poem from September 11, 2015,
but this tanka (call it free-form, if you’d like)
is my attempt to distill the essence of it.
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Nice descriptive line: “from steel to bits of nothing”
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Thank you, Frank.
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Well done…
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Thank you, Janice.
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“…to distill the essence of it.” I think you did exactly that and the tanka form was a good choice to use. (We both used that form, as a matter of fact.) And the “steel to bits of nothing” really calls us to consider our own temporal existence, how quickly our form can change.
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Thank you.
Yes. The event has drawn as much introspection as sadness.
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I really love the sense of the ash being like falling leaves… somehow there is the same sense of entering a new age after that deed that we haven’t left yet.
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Thank you. I think we are still sifting through the ashes.
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Great opening there. There’s not much more to say, is there?
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Thank you.
Sadly, no.
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flesh to memories, evaporating in a new york minute was how it felt to me
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And for many.
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Powerful tribute to a tragic event.
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Thank you.
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In its brevity, this manages to say it all. Beautiful tanka.
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Thank you.
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Great job on the tanka. It captures the essence of that tragic day very well!
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Thank you, Dwight.
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“from steel to bits of nothing
flesh to memories”
So very few words. So very full in their meaning and pain.
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Thank you, Lillian. It’s all still so hard to grasp.
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“Flesh to memories”
Like many have said above, so poignant. Not one wasted word in your poem. Let there not be one wasted life in our circles.
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The sound of leaves rustling in the wind will always remind me of that day. (K)
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Sigh
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