Fern's Poetry with bouquet

From the Skies

by Fern Gordon

e-mail: fern@gordonrichard.com

From the Skies

Clear skies, fall approaches.
A pleasure to wake today
To play grownup games:
Dressed up, so neat, so stylish…CLASSY!

A bang, vibration, smoke, fire…
'Cross the street. What is it?

A plane…low…close… INTO THE BUILDING!

WHAT HAPPENED?

WHAT'S HAPPENING?

Hello! What? No! Really!

Call home! Get out!

Smoky…Gray smoke…CHOKE!

Ash…WHAT?????

FLYING….

FLYING THROUGH SPACE…RAG DOLLS!!!!

SOMEONE'S LOVER…

A FRIEND…AN ENEMY…

MY GUT IS ACHING…EMPTY!

FULL OF ANGER….FULL OF TEARS…

IN GOD'S NAME…WHY?

IN GOD'S NAME…HOW?

IN GOD'S NAME…ONCE AGAIN!

Copyright 2001 by Fern Gordon. Duplication prohibited without author's permission.

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