A Christmas Story
Three blankets, threadbare and thin,
were still some service to him
- the frail old man in the box
of wood and cardboard - his home
amongst rats and alley cats.
A coffee can full of wax,
melting with a sooty flame,
kept the freeze off his fingers
as he ate his trash bin prize
of discarded pizza crusts.
He toasted his good fortune
with a swig of soured juice,
then rested his weary head
on a bubble wrap pillow
as sirens sang lullabies....
James Dean Chase is a Mixed Anglo/Native American Indian
writer, poet and artist, born and raised in Texas. He has traveled "the
seven seas", and spent six years in the American Navy. James has been
writing since the age of 5. Unfortunately, all of his writings before age 16
are lost. Many of his articles, columns, poetry and short stories have been
published.
thoughtful & thought provoking
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jack!
DeleteDear James,
ReplyDeleteA poignant poem, very well written. Makes you realize that not of all of us live in fortunate circumstances.
Best wishes,
Inge
Thank You, Daginne!
DeleteNicely written, James. I enjoyed your poem. Thank you for sharing and continue blessings!
ReplyDeleteMJ (www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com)
Thanks, Maurice!
DeleteA touching potrait.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Arthur!
DeleteDear James,
ReplyDeleteWhat a joy to see all the comments you have from Whispers' readers. Your poem is so heartfelt. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent here.
Blessings,
Karen
Thanks, Karen!
DeleteHappy to be here!
Even happier, now that I can communicate, here, finally!
You painted a sad picture that humbled me. Nicely done
ReplyDeleteCaryl
Thanks, Caryl!
Deletepowerful piece, thanks for sharing it and welcome to Whispers.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Peggy!
DeleteI love how you draw us deeper and deeper into the story as your poem progresses. Very well done
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