Showing posts with label New York terrorism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York terrorism. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

REMEMBERING 9/11

REMEMBERING 9/11
A haiku sequence

simple math
six hijackers
to six thousand dead

innocence crumbles
among New York rubble
September rain

patriotic fervor
the geraniums
remain in bloom

blood-stained sun
sinks in the rubble
twilight of hopes

the Vietnam vet buys
red, white and blue tulips
memorial garden

In my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves
but first published in
World Haiku Review
Vol. 1, Issue 3, November 2001

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

New York Terrorism



12 YEARS AFTER, REMEMBERING 9/11

New York Terrorism

simple math
six hijackers
to six thousand dead

innocence crumbles
among New York rubble
September rain

patriotic fervor
the geraniums
remain in bloom

blood-stained sun
sinks in the rubble
twilight of hopes

the Vietnam vet buys
red, white and blue tulips
memorial garden

In my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves
but first published in
World Haiku Review
Vol. 1, Issue 3, November 2001


Sunday, September 4, 2011

New York Terrorism


NEW YORK TERRORISM
(September 9, 2001)

Victor P. Gendrano

simple math
six hijackers
to six thousands dead

innocence crumbles
among New York rubble
September rain

patriotic fervor
the red geraniums
remain in bloom

blood-stained sun
sinks in the rubble
twilight of hopes

the Vietnam vet buys
red, white and blue tulips
memorial garden


In my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves, © 2005, but first published in World Haiku Review, Vol. 1, Issue 3, November 2001.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Black Day of September

by Victor P. Gendrano

(Dedicated to the victims of the
September 11, 2001 tragedy)


I see many faces in New York:
face of hate of the perpetrators
face of death from workers and passengers
face of death of facing death
face of despair for unuttered love
face of panic not knowing where to hide
and what to expect

but also
face of faith calmy accepting death
face of love comforting each other
face of compassion from the public
face of caring for the wounded
face of grief of kins of those who perished

the face of death is everywhere
death of lives
death of hopes and dreams
and
death of peace


- From my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves