It seems I’ve been all over the place this week, starting it in Iowa four hours from my home and ending it at our cabin, back home, and then three hours in the other direction to our cabin. It’s a snowy day here in the upper midwest.
There’s a lot you can notice when you drive and it’s snowing. Not far from my home, as I headed north, I saw two bald eagles land in a cornfield. It was a cool sight and I actually considered stopping to drive back and get a photo. But, on a day like today with snow flurries flying it was not an option. I drove on.
I noticed how the flakes made the landscape look like an impressionist painting, dotting everything with white, like pixelation in a painting or screen. The gnarly branches of the bur oak always attract my attention in the winter. Their black-grey bark stands out against stark fields of browns and lifeless overcast sky. I drove on.
The road was glassy as the rain-snow mix hit the pavement and coated it with liquid wetness that would soon solidify into a sheer sheet of slick ice. Carefully, I drove on.
My mind slid in and out of poetry composition as I drove. This morning, having trouble with the first wordle posted by the New York Times, I was writing a poem on anti-establishment in my head.
It went something like this:
Anti-establishment
Do you like not being told what to do?
Are committee meetings just not for you?
I seemed to like the puzzle better yesterday
Before it had support all the way.
More fun when it fit on my screen,
and gray not black cast a gentler sheen.
I think I’m anti-establishment
because I can’t find a better-word-for-it!
© Draft, Carol Labuzzetta, 2022
My poem is supposed to be tongue-in-cheek. Of course, just because I don’t like today’s puzzle doesn’t mean I’m anti-establishment. But, I did wonder when I was trying the puzzle this morning (and having difficulty) if the puzzles would start to take on an agenda (political) now that Wordle is owned by a large newspaper. As a lover of words, I hope not. I just want to enjoy the puzzle not succumb to more bombardment of rhetoric in the form of a game.
We’ll see. I’ll continue to play for now.
Today is Poetry Friday! Linda B.at Teacher Dance is our host this week. Hop on over to her page for some Valentine inspirations! Thanks for hosting, Linda!
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