A Poem for Sept. 11, 2021: ‘Twenty Years’ by James A. Tweedie The Society September 11, 2021 Culture, Poetry, Terrorism 6 Comments . Twenty years . . . So long ago as that? When fantasy became reality And falling human bodies turned to splat. Death in living color on TV. Maxwell’s silver hammer coming down On our collective metaphoric head; Manhattan’s shredded, bloodied wedding gown, Pentagon’s and Shanksville’s mangled dead. Terror’s Krakatoa blasting smoke That moments earlier had been a wife, A son, three thousand ordinary folk . . . Evil’s theft of innocence and life. Hell fell to earth and heaven nearly died When blasphemy attempted deicide. . . James A. Tweedie is a retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He has written and published six novels, one collection of short stories, and three collections of poetry including Mostly Sonnets, all with Dunecrest Press. His poems have been published nationally and internationally in The Lyric, Poetry Salzburg (Austria) Review, California Quarterly, Asses of Parnassus, Lighten Up Online, Better than Starbucks, WestWard Quarterly, Society of Classical Poets, and The Chained Muse. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Cynthia Erlandson September 11, 2021 If horror can be beautifully expressed, you’ve done it, James. And the couplet is profound. Reply Paul Freeman September 11, 2021 My most haunting image is those trapped above the fire, leaning out for air and to escape the heat, who ended up with the airman’s choice in a burning plane – jump or burn. Thanks for the read, James. I imagine this was was a difficult poem to write. Reply James A. Tweedie September 11, 2021 Paul and Cynthia, Your memories, like mine are as vivid as they were when they unfolded before our eyes in real time. This morning I simply recalled that day and the poem wrote itself. I plead with everyone to keep images like your as vivid as possible. Too man want to censor such unsettling, un-nerving, and disturbing scenes. Personally, I think they should be publicly displayed on massive advertising billboards—lest we forget. If anyone says the images offend them, I will reply, “Good. I’m glad. That’s the point. May they offend you forever.” Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 11, 2021 James, your poem portrays some hauntingly horrific images… ones we should never forget. I know just how difficult it is to portray in poetry such a heart-rending moment in history – you have managed to do just that. Thank you. Reply Ben September 11, 2021 Dear James, I found your poem very easy to read and understand. It spoke clearly to me. Reply James A. Tweedie September 11, 2021 Thank, Ben. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.