Seraphs gathering sturdy lines,
interlocked exchanging fears
and desires of love
(circles are formed, embracing life)
Sighing expelling particles of
disbelief; crows in formation
caw appellations of relief
(bind feathers with patterns of serenity)
Cranes hang above the heads of millions,
hoping to be lifted like a soft breeze,
turning each cycle, bringing it closer to an end
(all beginnings are sparkling spouts of water),
released in rushes to cleanse spirits
process notes: I wrote this poem yesterday, and today I was reading an article about the 9/11 memorial and noticed some parallels.
I love the serendipity, so I have decided to dedicate this to the famous landmark that once stood at Ground Zero.