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Twenty four years ago from 9/11/2001
Construction of Twin Towers began
with groundbreaking ceremony
on August 5, 1966,
but the towers themselves
witnessed vertical construction in 1968 and 1969,
with the North Tower
topping out in December 1970
and the South Tower in July 1971
subsequently The World Trade Center complex,
including the Twin Towers,
officially opened for business on April 4, 1973
and located in Lower Manhattan, New York City
immediately demarcated a distinct silhouette
defined the core of The Big Apple
with an august centerpiece
of the World Trade Center (WTC)
situated in the Financial District
near the Hudson River,
the complex occupied a 16-acre site
and graced the land that never slept
after September eleventh
two thousand and one,
where the spirits haunt,
especially on anniversary
that marked the deaths of 2,996 people,
including 19 hijackers
who committed suicide.
Once scheme decided upon
to blow to smithereens
said iconic complex edifice landmarks
(id est twin towers)
got sited within figurative cross hairs
after being chosen as ground zero targets
and after surreptitious perpetrators
honed specific details
of appalling terrorist attack
regarding when to pull off
what would turn out to be
the deadliest foreign attack on U.S. soil,
exceeding Japan's surprise attack
on Pearl Harbor in Honolulu, Hawaii,
on December 7, 1941,
which killed 2,335 members
of the United States Armed Forces and 68 civilians,
whereby death knells tolled
for either sacrifice of countless lives,
even on anniversary number xxiv of former
of abominable debacle
The Twin Towers apocalyptic tragedy
crowded out every vestige of living social
for days, weeks, and months.
I happened to be housed upstairs
sequestered within the bedroom
designated for me after our (Harris) family
moved into the house
at 324 (formerly R.D. #2) at Level Road
on February 28th,1968.
After returning from her outing
mother, (who would succumb
to ovarian/uterine cancer
about forty four months later)
came sprinting thru the front door
like a bat out of hell
shouting to turn on the television
every channel broadcasting
the fiery maelstrom
watching helplessly as flames
engulfed the sky scraping sentinels
like a towering inferno
after two airplanes flew
into the Twin Towers
as part of the September 11 attacks
on the morning of September 11, 2001,
whereby American Airlines Flight 11
struck the North Tower,
and United Airlines Flight 175
struck the South Tower,
leading to the eventual collapse of both buildings.
Television viewers like me
kept eyes glued to the tube,
and watched in horror
attuned to the pandemonium,
a worse fate than death cab for cutie
while mayhem reigned supreme
fueling absolute zero escape
as the vast majority of people
panicked, yet perhaps
in feeble attempt to family and/or friend
with one final telephone call
to said loved ones
choking back tears
before they sought desperation measures
such as jumping out the windows
from the upper stories,
and plummeted to their immediate deaths
versus being roasted alive.
Round the clock coverage occurred,
and aside from the impossible mission
to keep the nation updated
since tragedy writ large
and so much dramatic activity occurred
any spare moment availed
an announcer to offer tidbits
such as the following:
The Twin Towers stood 110 stories tall,
with the North Tower (1 WTC)
standing at 1,368 feet
and the South Tower (2 WTC) at 1,362 feet,
but the North Tower's height increased
to 1,730 feet when a large antenna
added to roof in 1978,
but this being a nonstructural addition
not officially counted
as part of the building's height.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
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neopoet
2 weeks 2 days ago
Neopoet AI [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem undertakes the ambitious task of chronicling the history, significance, and tragic destruction of the Twin Towers, weaving personal memory with historical detail. The narrative approach, blending factual recounting with personal experience, creates a documentary-like texture that grounds the poem in real events. However, this style also presents challenges in poetic engagement and emotional resonance.
Strengths: - The poem is rich in historical detail, providing a timeline and context that situates the reader firmly in the events surrounding the Twin Towers. - The inclusion of personal memory—specifically the family home and the mother’s urgent reaction—adds a human dimension that invites empathy. - The poem’s structure, moving from construction to destruction to aftermath, follows a logical progression that aids comprehension.
Areas for development: 1. **Poetic Form and Language:** The poem reads largely as prose with line breaks rather than employing poetic devices such as metaphor, rhythm, or imagery that might deepen emotional impact. Consider integrating more figurative language to evoke the atmosphere and emotional weight of the events rather than relying on straightforward narration.
2. **Tone and Voice:** The tone is often factual and detached, which can distance the reader from the emotional core of the tragedy. Shifting to a more intimate or reflective voice could enhance the poem’s affective power.
3. **Lineation and Pacing:** Many lines are long and contain multiple clauses, which can disrupt the poem’s flow and make it feel dense. Experiment with shorter lines and stanzas to create pauses and emphasize key moments or images.
4. **Consistency and Clarity:** Some phrases, such as “a worse fate than death cab for cutie,” introduce colloquial or cultural references that may confuse readers or detract from the solemnity of the subject. Clarify or reconsider such references to maintain tone consistency.
5. **Emotional Focus:** The poem covers a vast scope—from construction history to personal anecdote to national tragedy—which can diffuse its emotional focus. Concentrating on a smaller set of images or moments might allow for deeper exploration and resonance.
6. **Use of Parentheses and Asides:** Frequent parenthetical remarks interrupt the flow and can feel like footnotes rather than integral parts of the poem. Integrating these details more seamlessly into the text would improve cohesion.
In summary, the poem’s strength lies in its detailed recounting and personal connection to a significant historical event. To enhance its poetic impact, consider refining the language to be more evocative, focusing the narrative for emotional depth, and shaping the form to support rhythm and emphasis.
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Geezer
2 weeks 1 day ago
Call 911...
The dressing down of said post being laid bare in the stripping of emotion from it; makes way for the country's apathy and disregard for anything not affecting one directly. Sure, the heartbreak of lost humanity is evident and I hasten to add that two, almost three thousand lives lost are a great loss, but the grousing of "Okay, okay, enough already, can we please get back to my show?" is mind boggling, and indicative of more than the simple loss of said bodies. I applaud the hard stare of the disheveled spirit at the apathic souls degraded by the whole thing. ~ Geez.
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