we misplaced a tiny voice today
I used to read him on the line
before the rubble closed him down
and I may not see his thoughts again
may not read the things he has to say
about New York and the view
from the 100th floor across Manhattan
and its statue
I haven’t always paid attention
sometimes I’ve passed him by
too busy in my head to read
the outpouring of his verse
but I knew that he was there
penning words
on a scrap of paper or on a screen
to share them with a world
where I am a neighbour and a friend
and a loser now
we misplaced another voice today
has anybody heard from Colin
beneath the rubble?
© Frank Prem, 2001
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Oh, golly. Heart-breaking. Did you write this back in the days immediately following 9/11?
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Hi Sarah. Yes. Colin was an internet poetry friend who went missing.
This was written before we heard what had happened to him.
Cheers,
Frank
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A tragedy seems sadder if you know someone involved right? this was so beautifully written. There are so many unknown faces creating an impact, leaving their own virtual footprints in others’ minds. Life can take any direction, but the memories remain forever. Like your friend Colin.
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That’s true. It certainly brought home to me the impact of events that day.
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So sad. Thanks for participating and share this story.
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My pleasure Roger. Thanks for the prompt.
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