Debra Squyres Poet Free verse

Homeless

Homeless

In close proximity 
of the campfire,
our mind as pallid
as the grey of winter’s
snow laden sky,
we sit huddled:
trying to erase
the shivers
of winters last
frenzied blast,
contemplating 
nothing more
than the heat
and the dance
of the flames
as they lick
frozen fingers
no longer
wearing
iced mittens.

By: Debra Squyres
01/18/13 

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Lucilla Carrillo January 21, 2013 at 11:40 AM Great poem about the homeless. I lived in Chicago for many years and saw a lot of them, warming themselves around a fire. I always helped whenever I could. Now they get morehelp from the Government. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla

Robert Johnson January 20, 2013 at 1:42 PM Within their souls they live together warming eachother against the weather. Humanity's cold icy stare just melts away when love they share. Blessed be the poor and lonely, for with God's love they're not the only. Awsome inspiration Debra. Love the narrow arrangement.

Kim Merryman January 19, 2013 at 4:43 PM I enjoyed reading your poem, Debra! An excellent write that portrays a vivid scene. Going in my favs! Love, Kim

Anne Rutherford January 19, 2013 at 3:44 PM Very poetic Debra, I could see the camp fire as I was reading it. My kind of poem. Hugs Anne.

Charmaine Chircop January 19, 2013 at 3:17 PM im glad i stopped by this poem dear

Russell Sivey January 19, 2013 at 2:58 PM This is an intense and immeasurable write my friend! I truly loved reading this amazing and incredible poem this evening! What an outstanding and collective piece, Great Work!!

Debbie Guzzi January 19, 2013 at 1:40 PM Just dreamy deb keep them coming. Light & Love