Patrick Dumas Poems
- Cold War Ice cycles hung from my nose hands were stuck to my...
- Autumn Love Autumn comes back around and all the leaves fall...
- The Burning Sun The Burning Sun came rising- it rose into ...
- Free River Free River flow, Free River so cold, Free River ...
- The Death Of The Ball Turret G... This is one of my ...
- Birth In The Desert, Death At ... Though it is high noon, ...
- Empty Grave “We need to talk, ” she said on the phone. The ...
Patrick currently lives in Northridge CA and studies Communication Disorders and Sciences at Cal State Northridge to become a speech pathologist. Aside from writing, he also has a passion for music and plays guitar and piano. more »
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Ice cycles hung from my nose
hands were stuck to my gun; froze.
All alone in a storm of white
couldn't tell day from night.
Then a warm feeling pierced my heart,
a sniper hit his mark.
Warmth followed by sweat.
Reached for life
but life let go.
So defined is the red blood
in the white snow.
Asking the lord for my mothers presence.
Scenes of life showed me my blessings.
The soldiers blood was warm
in the belly of the trench.
The storm made a good casket.