#100 of 365 – 3 Haiku about Hitting Bottom

3 Haiku about Hitting Bottom

  

the men’s room was dank

the floor, dirty; she didn’t

even know his name

 

she felt even worse

walking home with her stash, tucked

under the baby

 

another blackout

relieved he got home, but there’s

blood on the fender

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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3 Responses to #100 of 365 – 3 Haiku about Hitting Bottom

  1. pi314chron says:

    Merle, these have the combined impact of an emotional sledge hammer. Gritty, raw, touching, shocking… they redefine haiku as commonly practiced and make us think beyond our comfortable little box. For my money, these three are nothing less than inspired.

    Ron — Blessed to see this day and this work

    • Blackbird says:

      Thank you so much Ron! Your praise means a lot. I appreciate your comments very much! Wish I had a more eloquent response…thanks is all I got…used up all my brain power on those haiku! 😉 Anyway…thank you!

      • pi314chron says:

        Thank YOU for the life you share with us in your poetry. You bless our lives beyond measure! ((hugs))

        Ron

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