Here are a few new poems from this week. It’s been another busy one with my three art classes but things are opening up with more time for writing in the next few weeks. That will be nice.
Shadorma 376.
Flex the nose
feel the body screech
My poor face
was not made
for this expression. My eyes
bug out. How you laugh.
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Shadorma 377.
Screech their teeth
scolding ink-stained birds
shriek at me
What it means
I don’t know but I think that
I’d better find out
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Tanka 278.
Snarled-up traffic seethes.
Outraged honks and screeching brakes.
Helpless drivers hunch
behind restless steering wheels.
Blank windshields glare. Door locks snap.
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Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
This made me laugh:
“My poor face
was not made
for this expression.”
And those cars–very judgmental. It makes me a bit afraid. 😏
Thank you. I’ve been in the city several times recently to go to the hospital regarding my eyes. I can’t believe I used to drive to work every day in traffic like that and it’s not as bad now as it was then. So this was a true feeling. When you are in the car you don’t really see people, you just see cars. The cars scare me.
I hope your eyes are OK. I am not very comfortable driving much at all now.
Thank you. Right now I don’t know what my vision will be, what has caused the vision loss (in the left eye only) or even what has exactly brought it about. I also have several other conditions that are complicating the picture. I’ll find our more next week, I hope, in my next (the thrid) specialist visit. I am getting closer to answers, I am hoping. But even in normal times, I am not so confident at driving as I used to be. I guess because I don’t do it as much and of course, my vision was not what it was even before this latest.
I’m sorry. I hope you get answers and that your condition is treatable. 💙
Thank you. As time passes I will know more and I must be patient. Half of the problem is getting all these doctors to cooperate with the overall picture. Specialists are hard to manage.
😏
I love the use of onomatopoeia in that final poem. It adds to the atmosphere of rising stress.
Going to the hospital in the city has exposed me to traffic again and though I drove to work in the same situations or probably worse in the past, right now I am scared of all the cars. I guess because I don’t see them well right now.
I am sure that is incredibly stressful.
Sometimes I just close my eyes.