free samples inside--
a homeless man
fills his pockets

—Claudette Russell
        

This is my first published haiku.

About the author: I'm a retired high school English teacher and live with my husband Frank in Hampton, Connecticut. Over the years my humorous essays have been published as op-ed pieces in various newspapers. Recently I decided that I wanted to try a different type of writing and began writing poetry.

 

Responses to the haiku for 2 May 2007 by Claudette Russell

  1.  
    Forsythia Prisswillow
    2007-05-02 07:46:08
     

    Claudette:
    Great 'ku, nicely balanced.

    worn blankets
    the homeless
    left behind

  2.  
    Alan Summers
    2007-05-02 13:18:52
     

    Great haiku. I really feel we shouldn't avoid important issues like this, and your haiku is very powerful.


    down the sidewalk
    an old vagrant
    daisies in his mouth

    Hobo, Australia #21   June 1999

  3.  
    Gemma (gemmarowsell at hotmail dot com)
    2007-05-02 13:22:50
     

    Very beautiful and coincidental; just last night I was thinking about how important it is for poetry to address social issues and not just describe pretty, easy things. Thank you for this thought provoking contribution!

    drunk caregivers
    kick disabled man
    this is community living

  4.  
    Bill Kenney
    2007-05-02 19:03:47
     

    You're certainly off to a good start, Claudette. I'll be looking for more of your work.

    first snow
    the homeless man
    hugs his coffee cup

  5.  
    Judith Ingram
    2007-05-02 21:03:15
     

    Claudette, your poem really hits home in a nostalgic way. I have so often seen the homeless gorging themselves (maybe their only meal of the day) at art openings in galleries.

    art openings
    gourmet stops
    for the homeless

  6.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2007-05-11 04:58:02
     

    many see the homeless, the vagrant, the disable, those on hard times; yet, how often one's first thought borders on repugnancy/repulsion. then, continuing on, how quicky the distance become; out of sight, out of mind.
    but at another hour, there might be any of us; in need of a handout or simply a kind word...

    -

    pale inside
    all yellow on the outside--
    this breakfast banana

  7.  
    martin
    2007-08-14 04:37:58
     

    Grand Central dawn
    a homeless family sleeps
    on the benches

    * 1978, Manhattan— the Grand Central Station waiting room

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