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what world is this when in the parking lot a man squeezes breakfast from catsup packets the girl squats by Xerox boxes she calls home and you send back your triple-slam with eggs too runny? |
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blind by Linda Simoni-Wastila
Filed under Linda Simoni-Wastila
52|250 A Year of Flash 
Ouch! This one made me squirm Linda. We all need to be reminded sometimes.
thanks for reading tom — and so happy to make you squirm! peace…
This was an excellent depiction of blindness, “what world is this” indeed? You managed to convey a very powerful sentiment in just a few lines, well done. :)
Thanks for reading Karla. I’m doing a poem a day and this is what came out with this theme. Peace…
Linda, you’ve been cooking up some hard-knock REALITY SLAMMERS in your time off from Fictionaut and Facebook (and by the way, I have noticed your absence!) This is slam dunk, as much as I hate sports analogies, you nailed this one. I was BLINDED by your LIGHT.
Me? Reality slammers? Thank you ;^) I like to keep it real.
Thanks also for missing me. Slowly re-emerging, almost done meeting all my deadlines and stuff. Peace…
Yeah, what kind of a world is this??? You nailed the sadness and screwiness of existence really well in this short poem.
thanks susan for reading — short works when time is scarce. peace…
There’s also the sense of hopelessness, since that decision might not make a difference in the world after all.
yep, sending the eggs back won’t make a difference, even though they will be tossed, the whole plate, and jeesh, i sure wish the guy in the lot could have a full belly. peace…
Succint and well done.
thanks gany for reading. peace…
Ha ha ha! I can’t add anything here to your so few words. Wonderful.
thank you sir! peace…
Wonderful. Not too much, not too little. Loved it. (And hated how it made me feel, too!)
i love this.
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