Those of us that can remember, do.
We remember where and when and who we reached out to in our confusion and grief. We've healed, sort of. There's a way to go.
I like finding poetry. I like finding words to fit into poetry patterns. The painting below by Ejay Weiss is from the 9/11 Memorial website. It grabbed and held my attention. As I read the description I started plucking words until I had a pile. What to do with a pile of words but make them into an etheree.
First the painting...
|9-11 Elegy/Ghost City, Panel 4 by Ejay Weiss
If you click on the link, you will find curator notes...that all the words that the etheree below is made from.
Etheree found in notes on 9/11 Elegies
Painting by Ejay Weiss
rendered bright by
plumes of smoke and ash.
Enraged red and black earth
low witness of this attack
ghost footprints of catastrophe
left in a world overcome with absence
poet in conversation, Linda Mitchell
Be sure to visit Keisha at Whispers from the Ridge for this week's roundup.