Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

A Chill Breeze Blows in the Ghetto

      A chill breeze blows in the ghetto
         radiators silent -- empty cupboards rattle

      Raw hands wince from the sting of snow 
         a chill breeze blows in the ghetto

      A mother huddles with her brood in a drafty room          
         no heat emanates from the ice-cold moon 

      Their cries die in the wind-swept snow
         ~ a chill breeze blows in the ghetto

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Karen Jones November 25, 2025 at 8:56 PM This is full of heart! Great job!

sara Etgen-Baker November 25, 2025 at 6:07 PM you made this poem feel 'real'; it gave me pause...especially liked the last two lines. Thanks for this poem

Daniel Henry Rodgers November 24, 2025 at 9:00 AM Hello Gershon, A reminder that sometimes the cold speaks louder than any cry for warmth. Autumn Blessings, Gershon, Daniel

Sara Kendrick November 24, 2025 at 3:03 AM I can feel the pain that is being felt from the lines penned. You have done a very good job of letting the emotions run through your work. Thank you for sharing it with us. Sara K

Yann Rolland November 24, 2025 at 2:22 AM chilly times, to be remembered, not forgotten, this is beautifully written, with some sweet alliterations, thanks poet

Ava Springs November 24, 2025 at 1:36 AM This is very descriptive and evokes many responses. A nice poem.

Jenish Somadas November 23, 2025 at 10:04 PM a poignant portrayal of poverty and hardship.. Great write Gershon..