Nothing beside remains

I loved the gleam of evening sunlight along these overhead wires, so I snapped this picture and then went searching for a poem on power lines to see if I could find something more evocative than “Evening sunlight on power lines” to make a good title for this post.  All I could find were poems about “power,” though. So I went with a line from one of my faves 😄

About Katherine Wikoff

I am a college professor at Milwaukee School of Engineering, where I teach literature, film studies, political science, and communication. I also volunteer with a Milwaukee homeless sanctuary, Repairers of the Breach, as chair of the Communications and Fund Development Committee.
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6 Responses to Nothing beside remains

  1. MELewis says:

    Not sure why but there is something poetic about those electrical lines. I love the sound they make when they clack together in the wind.

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  2. Rose says:

    “The sun’s glare on the electric lines scorched my pupil’s like an overloaded fuse box”

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