2007-01-16

904. Winter Shelter

awakened by
trash moving around...
hotel dumpster

10 comments:

Masago said...

awakened by
trash moving around...
hotel dumpster

Link with 903: Bin

[In the winter some homeless folks find a measure of shelter in dumpsters. There was a case recently where a garbage truck one morning emptied a dumpster and someone was inside. The driver was unaware of the extra passenger and compressed his load. Unfortunately, in this case the homeless person did not survive.

You may notice an intentional ambiguity in this poem in that you can read it from the perspective of a guest in the hotel as well as the person in the dumpster.]

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

This one sounds lonely.

Pamela said...

intentional ambiguity.... deep breath time.

Borut said...

Sad, thanks for the comment. I hope the saying 'the way you live is the way you die' is not true.

Pat Paulk said...

Very moving piece here.

polona said...

a good haiku in its own right but your comment adds poignancy.

With Hammer And Tong...The LetterShaper said...

Very much enjoyed my time spent strolling through your site...as a poet and an avid reader, I found it both enlightening and enriching. I thank you...

Masago said...

Andrew: Yes, lonely...I can assure you it was not written from practical experience. :-)

Pamela: *suck it in...* :-)

Borut: Yeah, sad but real.

Pat: Thank you.

Polona: Thanks.

Hammer & Tong: Thank you for visiting and for your kind words. I am pleased you enjoyed these "grains of sand".

pg wilcox said...

seedy motel
a dumpster blocks our view
of the booze shop

Masago said...

pg wilcox: Nice.