Phyllis Babcock Poet Free verse

Nothing Like Warmth

The storm blew in with a gale force strength
 It whirled and swirled winters snow 
 The temperature started to plunge
 And ice crystals could be seen in the air
 The cold chilled right down to the bone
 Shaking the warmth from the very soul
  Flesh would freeze in minutes if exposed
  The fingers become so numb and blue
 You try to find warmth within your breath
 Only it seems the lungs are protesting too
 The mouth starts to chatter and lips turn blue
 At this point you head indoors for warmth
 As the heat hits your fingers it feels prickly 
 The lungs recover fast and the color returns
 The storm blew in with a gale force
 Time to find a bed of warmth.

11/29/12

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Sean L Sanders January 30, 2013 at 9:48 AM Very touching excellent poem written by a very good poet. I saw that you view another poet named Margherita Russo she's only 14 and I know it would mean alot for her to have you read her newest poem if you have the time. Thank you very much.

Anne-Lise Andresen December 1, 2012 at 1:33 PM A warm wool blankets, a fireplace and a hot drink in the cup ... then it's nice to be inside. - A stormy poem that is very well written Phyllis. - Wishing you a warm and relaxed weekend. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Andrea Dietrich December 1, 2012 at 8:39 AM Phyllis, I rarely check out that part of Soup: featured poems. I never felt it was significant because when it featured my stuff, for example,it never showed my best poems. I know some folks enjoyed it. I hope you find it. I will let you know if I come across it, ok? Have an awesome weekend. Luv, Andrea

Michael J. Falotico November 29, 2012 at 7:13 PM Such amazing images in this wonderful piece. You have brought the reader right next to you in this poem. Luv n hugs Michael.

Connie Gildersleeve November 29, 2012 at 6:27 PM Your poem flowed smoothly. A great free verse Phyllis. Sending smiles always, Connie

Andrea Dietrich November 29, 2012 at 5:13 PM I can really FEEL this and I know you have felt this to describe it so well. Yep, I grew up in Iowa. ME KNOWS!!! awesome and thanks for reading my latest posts.