My name is Clare Gibson, and in my spare time, I am a member of my Church's Poetry Group, and we create 2 booklets every year, and ask for donations, the proceeds of which go to a local homeless charity.
The images of September 11 2001--the falling and the fallen, that clear blue sky, the striped structure of the towers, the smoke and fire-- visually define the beginning of a new reality.
After the events of September 11, 2001 I was moved to write these three poems, two of which honor the three hundred and forty three New York City firefighters who lost their lives, saving the lives of others.
I will never forget the morning of 9/11. I woke up early that day and was enjoying the morning calm before it was time to wake the children and get them ready for school.
My office was on the 25th floor of Rockefeller Center in New York. It faced Saint Patrick's Cathedral. This poem reflects what I saw in the weeks following 9/11
Shortly after my retirement from the fire service --28 years as a firefighter I began a different career as a sculptor. My work has taken me through the use of a variety of media and finally settling on steel works which is my specialty.
"Juxtaposing abstract images and forms against an implied representational concept that invokes a parallel narrative is the definition of abstract narrative painting.