Sitting Behind the Eight Ball

Thursday, January 25, 2024

Left early this morning to catch a train in Macomb, Illinois on its way to Chicago to view a modern art exhibit. More about that later. On the way to the station, I was terrified we wouldn’t make it; fortunately, we did! This is the poem I created based on this trip to the station.

Blinded

snow/fog
whiteout
like 
grief
blinds
anesthetizes
numbing
everything

BE

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Barb Edler
Hello, I am a retired English teacher. I live along the Mississippi River and enjoy watching birds, the river, and nature in general. Writing for me is a gateway to healing, and I love to wrestle words in hopes of capturing an emotion or image others may relate.
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3 responses to “Thursday, January 25, 2024”

  1. Glenda Funk Avatar
    Glenda Funk

    Barb, the BE reminds me of train imagery. Glad you made it to the station. Driving through a blizzard is torture.

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    wordancerblog

    The look of the words in this poem on the blank white background adds to its power.

    It is so precisely placed. Snow – blinds – anesthetizes – numbs – leaving just the bare

    essence: BE. Wonderful!

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    kimhaynesjohnson

    Barb, I like your comparison of the anesthetizing snow and fog as it is likened to grief, numbing. The white page truly emphasizes the white of snow. I envision the EL and you, writing a poem as the train moves. 

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