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Curbside Motel

An open umbrella
    
    blankets

two sleeping transients

nightpovertyrainsleephaiku

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Kabuteng P.Ink K.

June 4, 2015 at 11:24 AM

This is a sight that is quite common in urban areas here, but instead of blankets, cartons. Amazing how 7 words can have such a huge impact. Thank you Darlene, for this as well as for passing by my write.

Peter Dome

May 29, 2015 at 5:48 AM

Very well done. Welcome to the Bates motel.Best wishes. Pete.

Darlene Gifford

May 29, 2015 at 7:02 AM

Thanks for your welcome and for visiting my poem....Darlene

Connie Marcum Wong

May 27, 2015 at 6:30 PM

Your poem pierces the heart with emotion. It is an insightful look at the world we live in. Blessings 7

Darlene Gifford

May 27, 2015 at 7:31 PM

Thank you, Connie. Your comments exactly describe my feelings, too. that's why I had to write about it. ...Darlene

Thomas Martin

May 26, 2015 at 9:04 PM

Wow! Do not know how I missed this incedible gem!

Darlene Gifford

May 27, 2015 at 5:53 AM

I'm glad this one touched your heart, Thomas. We are all vehicles of change. "See something. Do something. " Give what you can. And advocate for the homeless. We have God's hands and hearts in us.... "My neighbor is anyone with a need that I am able to meet." A quote by Haddon Robinson .... Blessings, Darlene

Kp Nunez

May 26, 2015 at 10:16 AM

I like this modern haiku, Darlene. A bit sad, though. You're a like a photographer who captured the image for a national daily where hopefully those who see it will be inspired to action. Your poetry definitely has a distinct voice! 7. Kim

Darlene Gifford

May 26, 2015 at 8:27 PM

Our city has shelters, but they fill up fast. And we definitely need more, plus more free job training programs, counseling , etc. Goodwill stores and the Salvation Army do their part wonderfully in this area. But people still fall through the cracks. And then their are the mentally ill who like being on the street and refuse help.

Paul Callus

May 25, 2015 at 3:26 PM

This is another lovely haiku, Darlene; you have a keen eye. [Sorry about your son; yes, poetry makes for ideal therapy.] // paul

Darlene Gifford

May 26, 2015 at 8:55 AM

Good morning, Paul! I remember answering you yesterday, but I must not have hit the submit button and lost it. Thanks for your sensitive comments and yes, writing is my joy. It started out as therapy, but turned into something much more. God's ways are so mysterious. He has a plan for every situation to make things better. We just have to trust in Him and His timing....Darlene

Shadow Hamilton

May 23, 2015 at 4:16 PM

I like what you wrote Darlene hugs

Darlene Gifford

May 24, 2015 at 5:55 AM

It was startling to run across this scene on my way to catch the trolley in early morning. No matter how many new shelters are opening they fill too quickly. It's so heartbreaking!

Constance La France

May 21, 2015 at 6:00 PM

Darlene, you captured such sadness in a few words, impressive 7 and thanks for visiting my poem for the poets worth contest, yes it was grandma who inspired me to be a writer

Constance La France

May 21, 2015 at 9:40 PM

Oh Darlene, I am so sorry for your loss, so true the pen helps the pain

Darlene Gifford

May 21, 2015 at 7:23 PM

I could identify with your sorrow because I lost my son to illness.(cystic fibrosis) a lung disease. When he was first diagnosed at 3 yrs old, I was sitting by his hospital bed crying while he slept. I reached in my purse for a tissue,but instead pulled out a pen! Instinctively, I realized that God was telling me to handle my grief by writing. I started writing my first poem that night."Not My Son!",which was published in E. K. Ross' book ON Children and Death.Gary lived to age 13.