Not Knowing Fear: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I’m sobbing in the/
shower. It might not be him,/
but it’s someone’s child.

My Daughter’s Thrown A Curve: Revolutionary IMprov Limerick

If __________ (my daughter) splattered on the ground,/
no New Yorkers would gather around./
They’ve seen many splatters before/
during their 9-11 horror./
They’d rather read something profound.

Best 9/11 Memorial: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

The best way for us/
to memorialize is/
to do what we love.

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I know it’s a week after 9-11, but … I wrote this poem the day after 9-11-2011, inspired by friends who told me they were out on their boat relaxing.
On that “9-11 Memorial Day” 2011, I:
*Visited the Golden Spike Historical Monument AND the Spiral Jetty (something I’ve always wanted to do)
*Jumped in a golden field under a dark blue and puffy white cloud sky (something unexpected)
*Drank a fresh peach shake in Brigham City, Utah.
*Visited a field of flags and a new firemen statue in Sandy, Utah

I wondered what YOU did to “do what you love” on 9-11 — to memorialize those victims — and our first responders and military — by pursuing our freedoms? You can comment here.

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Ghosts at a Utah 9-11 Memorial: Revolutionary Email Poetry

I did not see them
When I shot the video
Of thousands of flags
In a Utah field,
Each representing
a lost 9/11 victim.

But when I was editing,
They were there.
Ghosts.
Shadows dancing in and out
Of the flags.

Wives.
Fathers.
Sons.
Daughters.
Husbands.
Mothers.
First responders.

People.
Laughing.
Crying.
Holding.
Walking.
Talking.

Those who were remembering
Became they who must
Be remembered.

We must be ghosts
To each other,
To haunt ourselves
Into remembering,
so we never forget.