Disco Ball

JINGLE
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/poetry-potluck-bedazzled.html

DISCO BALL

The disco ball is hanging by a thread,

If it falls we'll certainly be dead;

If it shatters into pieces

We'll be gone as all life ceases.

It twirls merrily glinting in the light,

Blues and greens a positive delight.

We dance thoughtlessly, skittering our feet,

Warming-up the ball with our body-heat,

A disco-ball is a thing of little worth,

But what if that ball were called

The Earth?

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 I KNEW INSTANTLY.....

I knew instantly….

For most it happened in the blaze of day;

For me it happened in the smooth, velvety darkness

Of an Australian night.

I habitually tune-in to British radio

Before I sleep.

No music;

Just the lulling accent

Of my own childhood

Winging it's way over the thousands of miles.

That Britishness is my lullaby,

My return to the womb.

The melifluous tones

Suddenly took on a new urgency!

'We now take you to New York!'

No lullaby now!

I was awake,

Lying wide-eyed on my pillow.

I shook my husband.

'Wake up!' I cried;

'Something has happened in New York!'

He grunted and turned over.

'Tell me in the morning' he grumbled

'I was almost asleep.'

Thus it was I crept downstairs

To the television set;

Dimmed light

Dimmed sound.

The smooth velvety darkness

Of an Australian night.

Thus it was I saw

The second plane hit

The second tower!

For me it was almost peaceful!

So quiet,

So unreal,

So far away.

But, within me,

Wild turmoil.

The whole world should have

Felt my heart-beat.

For I knew, instantly…..

The world had changed for ever.

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