Poems have a remarkable
ability to express the heart's deepest concerns, desires, and pains. A poem can
be triggered by a simple word, a thought, a smile, a tear, and any event close
enough to one's mind, heart, and soul. A poem is the manifestation of
words being brought to life. What that life means is dependent on the author
and the reader, but the result is an extraordinary relationship that is derived
from two individuals' commonality.
A long time ago (in a galaxy
far, far away) I wrote a haiku in response to an assignment in my freshman
English class. We were told to construct a haiku about any tragedy - ranging from
losing a wallet, to heartbreak, to major catastrophes. For the most part, the
project was completely freeform and up to our decision so long as we followed
the rules of haikus.
After much deliberation, I
found the September 11th attacks on the World Trade Centers to be at the top of
my selection. However, rather than discuss the particularity of the attacks, I
wrote my poem in a much broader aspect to discuss the importance of freedom.
The following is what my 9th grade mind came up with:
I
fight for freedom
A
freedom long forgotten
The
freedom of life
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