Haiku 369
magnified letters
I dread the words they may make
as they stretch to touch
3/1/18
Image 31
This poem is from my Small Artist Sketchbook 2018. Similar to my previous Large Artist Sketchbook 2017, I created artwork in a book over a period of time, 2016-2017-2018, and later wrote poems to go with each image. This book contains only haiku, shadorma, or tanka. All poems were published in the collection Clean Canvas in spring 2018 (without their illustrations).
In the sketch book, the poems are on the facing page for each illustration – here I am only showing you the illustration, with the text beneath it. Each poem is numbered according to my master list and the date refers to when I wrote the poem, not when the illustration was done.
Read and enjoy, and thank you!
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
It is so interesting to read a poem by you – someone who clearly loves language and relishes using words – that involves a sense of foreboding involving words and reading.
Thank you. Words are powerful, we certainly know that, and they don’t always bring nice things with them. I thought the picture of the guy in the image looked apprehensive as if waiting for the letters to form words that yelled at him. (I could go on and on with this little story, I guess…it is then interesting to think: what makes him so distrustful? Is he bad or just a victim of bad luck? You see what I mean. Oh dear.)
Indeed sometimes best to see the world in a blur…(K)
Yes. There can be some refuge in that.