These haiku were all written on May 9, 2019.
crammed behind the s-bend pipe
underneath the sink
in the life of a rosebush
could mean anything
so there’s no upside
to a broken glass except
it did not cut you
plenty of oatmeal
in the bowl on the table
where you never sat
crow in a gray sky
above the old part of town
skims the black rooftops
7 thoughts on “Haiku 688-692”
Hey, good evening. I like your haikus. and I would love to feature them on my poetry corner. I will reblog your page and hopefully, others will come and see more of your work. Again, well done!
Thank you. I am flattered and pleased. I’m glad you liked my work; I really enjoy writing especially short poems like these. Thank you again.
No worries. The pleasure was definitely mines
Reblogged this on KG Bethlehem and commented:
Good evening everyone and welcome to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week I am featuring haikus written by a nice writer name Claudia McGill. YOu have four haikus to read and I am sure you will enjoy them all!
You know I love 692. But I had to laugh at 688–under my sink is just like that. (K)
I think the polish hides behind that plumbing, I really do. And crows, well, they are an endless supply of interest for me. Any season of the year.
They make sure we pay attention.
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