Haiku 713
last used yesterday
the knitting needles impale
a ball of green yarn
6/6/19
Tanka 128
full blue coffee mugs
full sugar bowl and creamer
no sign of a spoon
the hostess takes a phone call
leaves perplexed guests to simmer
6/6/19
Haiku 714
impressive cobwebs
drape the dresser’s underside
testing the dust mop
6/6/19
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
There’s a sense of suspended time in each of these poems – the needles waiting to be used again, the guests waiting for a spoon or their host, and the cobwebs waiting to be removed by the duster.
I like to think about things that, when we are not using them or interacting with them, how they are in repose. There is often a real sense of peace in thinking about this concept, an out-of-time’s constraints kind of feeling, I think.
Sometimes politeness is not a virtue. (K)