Wednesday, January 24, 2018

A Christmas Story--By James Dean Chase--United States

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. 

15 comments:

  1. Dear James,

    A poignant poem, very well written. Makes you realize that not of all of us live in fortunate circumstances.

    Best wishes,
    Inge

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  2. Nicely written, James. I enjoyed your poem. Thank you for sharing and continue blessings!

    MJ (www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com)

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  3. Dear James,

    What 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

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    1. Thanks, Karen!
      Happy to be here!
      Even happier, now that I can communicate, here, finally!

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  4. You painted a sad picture that humbled me. Nicely done
    Caryl

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  5. powerful piece, thanks for sharing it and welcome to Whispers.

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  6. I love how you draw us deeper and deeper into the story as your poem progresses. Very well done

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