AUGUST 18

AUGUST 18 Conventional cloudy rainCovered with visible thick hazeMade the sea and the swamp to disappearThe green were as hard to findAs the short air-strip of sprigs Payne Belated voice from the towerShouted, “Man you’re too high”But the eagle dived and landedWith a rebounding jumpAnd lost a third of the runway Fate of travelers rolled helplesslyAnd tumbled on sandy plain belowEmergency was briefed on exitsItems left behind awaitedThe spark that ended all in fire It was fear and panic, overwhelmedBy great sense of lossAs goods fuelled the infernoAnd raw cash went with the smokeTears like rain-drops flooded the scene Efforts and sacrificesWere treasures transformedInto charred glorious pastLeaving a shocking dust of emptinessAt the portals of life and death

— t. reflexion, Jul 25, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Country/Region: NGA

Favorite Poets: Inspired by an article in an old manuscript , It reads:, AXIOMS OF PERFECTION, In the physical order – In the realization of the dream of beauty, In the moral order – In the realization of the dream of love, In the intellectual order – In the realization of dream of poetry, In the spiritual order – In the realization of the dream of the mystics

Critiques

tbeaudet

17 years 10 months ago

A Tragic Story

and an excellent write. I do hope this is fiction, but I fear it is not. Thanks for sharing. Tom

t. reflexion

17 years 10 months ago

August 18

Tom, Thank you for the reading. It happened, but on this one no live was lost. The frequency of Air crashes in my country, Nigeria, is unprecedented anywhere else in the world. At least, to my knowledge. Once again, thank you. T. Reflexion

t. reflexion

17 years 10 months ago

Thank you

Thank you for reading my 'not very clear' work. I dusted it out of my file. it happened over a decade ago in Monrovia, Liberia. Thank you for the attention.