The PoemCatcher, aka Andrew Newman, asked me to take his photo holding the Super Moon of July 12, 2014. We had just met on the Spirit of Portland cruise during World Domination Summit 2014.
Andrew's mission: he travels from event to event, capturing imprompu poems in his net.
Poem catcher counting time #wds2014 #awesomecreativeinspiration http://t.co/6nveU5Sc2f
— PoemCatcher (@PoemCatcher) July 15, 2014
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My husband, Brad Mueller, wrote this poem a few years ago to mark an earlier anniversary of that horrific day.
by Brad Mueller
You made choices
On that day.
Tell me.
They were hard.
Kerosene reeking,
Hell’s hot fire,
Thick black smoke
To breathe.
Broken windows
Like some broken toothed grin.
Macabre humor
At the few choices left.
Did you hope for a savior?
They would ascend after you.
The ground is far
And the sky so blue,
Sun filled. Hope filled.
The promise prayed for.
The promise paid for.
Left foot first?
Or right?
Reach out a hand.
Steady yourself on the sill.
Knees bent,
Jump as far out as you can.
The wind rushes past your ears,
Roaring.
I hope you closed your eyes.
Every doomed floor
Witness to your final fall.
All of life is choices.
That yours should be reduced,
To just those two.
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