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Cold Old Bones

Snow/Sleet in Jozi

Snow/Sleet in Jozi

Cold Old Bones

Winter crept, while we slept,

Into our homes and our cold old bones,

And joints with stiffly (f)rigid digits.

As we awoke the freezing air

Held us fast there in its grasp,

Held us tight with all its might,

We fight to breathe, we’d like to leave

For warmer climes, for heated homes

To ease the hurt of these cold old bones.

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Image and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 19 May 2013 20:13

Photo taken with my cellphone a few years ago.

There is creative reading as well as creative writing.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson


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Street Children

street children Pictures, Images and Photos

Street Children

God help the children
In the harsh cold of winter,
Bones showing through bare threads,
Bloodshot eyes, puffed and red,
Paint, glue, meths, God knows what else,
Cheapest way to face a world
Of days dimmed to gloom,
Tranquilised, anaesthetised,
Homeless… helpless…
Huddled around a fire, shivering,
Tongues of flame sputtering
In the icy wind.

Image: Admitchell2008_photobucket.com
©DGA 27 June 2011 15:13