secondhand haiku: frozen lamentation



This latest offering in the secondhand series comes from Susan, a fellow poetic-minded soul who shares her thoughts online at If You’re Going Through Hell, Keep Going. I’m thankful she was kind enough to venture into the world of haiku to offer a contribution. And with much of the U.S. in the grips of a freeze wave — the temp outside my door this morning at 19° F going up to just below freezing — this haiku couldn’t be more appropriately timed.

If you know any folks who are elderly or house-bound and living alone, it’s not a bad idea to check on them in times like this. Freezing temperatures in the Philadelphia area also remind me to point out the needs of those without reliable shelter. Poject H.O.M.E. has a great street outreach program to help encourage those without shelter to come in from the cold. If you’re in Philly and you see a homeless person without shelter, you can call 215-232-1984 to let Project H.O.M.E.’s street outreach team know.

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by howard

May 20th, 2009

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epitaph



we stumbled and fell
like ants drunk on pesticide
we unleashed ourselves.

by howard

December 19th, 2008

monument




this is what happens
when we fail to understand
the value of life.

redeem




where hope’s fallen through
are some of the best reasons
for starting anew.

image: phatpat

by howard

September 4th, 2008

zero-sum




it’s been years since I
felt the need to simplify.
need to simplify.

image: Children at Risk Foundation

by howard

August 23rd, 2008




   
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