The room was silent.
In one fell swoop of those planes
the buzz just stopped –
at computer or TV screens,
in disbelief at what they’d seen.
the world stopped
spinning for a moment.
So far from this tragedy
and yet so close to anguished faces,
faces full of grief
and we couldn’t weep
because even the tears had stopped –
Kim M. Russell, 11th September 2018
Amaya, who is hosting this Tuesday’s Poetics, reminds us that today, September 11, will always be a dizzying one for how it comes around on the calendar and slings us, willingly or not, back to that fateful day in world history.
The prompt tonight asks us to construct a new free-form poem using a word or phrase from the past, written on 9/11. If we do not have anything recorded from September 11, we can find writing from the same week or month.
I’ve written my poem in seventeen lines, one for each year that has passed since that terrible day, and my phrase is ‘everything stopped’ because that is what happened in my place of work and, as I found out later, across the world.