12/7/1941

A Poem By Hannah W. // 12/7/2011

the bright flash of a flare in your eyes
lights up your face--

warnings streak across the sky
like shooting stars--

For a second I thought I might believe--

bombs falling with the sound of fireworks,
the rise and fall of bursting lights;
rushing through air that could carry paper cranes,
that could sail paper kites.

For a second I thought I might have seen--

metal falling from the sky
pelting like rain--

horizon filled with smoke and light
heat on your face--

saltwater mixing with your breath,
its taste upon your lips;
the same water that licks at paper planes
and swallows paper ships.

 

Comments

I'm so......

I'm so glad you wrote a poem about this.....I love this Hannah....you sure do have a way of discribing fire and smoke and things....burning.

P.S I read this out to Mom....and she said "oh, so she was watching." :D

Bernadette | Wed, 12/07/2011

That was beautiful, in a

That was beautiful, in a destructive, terrible sort of way. My favorite part was saltwater mixing with your breath/its taste upon your lips/the same water that licks at paper planes/and swallows paper ships.

E | Thu, 12/08/2011

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

yep...

that is a great movie and it inpsired a great poem by an awesome writer! I love you so much! This was a beautiful poem, and, as we discussed, I loved the title!

Elizabeth | Fri, 12/09/2011

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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine

I'm sure I'm missing

I'm sure I'm missing something (movie? date? I'm on the internet, I should be able to find this out...), but I really love the poem nonetheless. Especially the last stanza.

EDIT: Ohhhh. Pearl Harbor.

Anna | Sat, 12/10/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

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