06-25-2022, 01:55 AM
WTC Memorial
Rough barked oaks stand
in ordered vigil, silent.
Hearts break
by degrees touching three thousand names
etched into the margin,
the soul of a nation, the world. Infinite
Souls of a nation, a world.
tears
cascade down walls
into a hole that
can’t be filled.
You've a penchant for hyperbole and all-encompassing worldliness that will fit this subject, this poem, if you work those characteristics into your style.
But I predicated my changes above on keeping a solemnity and avoiding moving into mawkishness.
I'm not a writer. I'm new to poetry, and simply am playing by ear.
English isn't my first language. So, maybe I don't register the subject as monumentally as I would.
Rough barked oaks stand
in ordered vigil, silent.
Hearts break
by degrees touching three thousand names
etched into the margin,
the soul of a nation, the world. Infinite
Souls of a nation, a world.
tears
cascade down walls
into a hole that
can’t be filled.
You've a penchant for hyperbole and all-encompassing worldliness that will fit this subject, this poem, if you work those characteristics into your style.
But I predicated my changes above on keeping a solemnity and avoiding moving into mawkishness.
I'm not a writer. I'm new to poetry, and simply am playing by ear.
English isn't my first language. So, maybe I don't register the subject as monumentally as I would.