Icicles: A Poem

Icicles hanging from a cave ceiling
Icicles hanging from a cave ceiling | Source


Frozen ice daggers,

Suspended in air,

Useless, dangling, waiting,

Once free liquid,

Now paused in motion,

Lingering until spring,

Dripping with anticipation,

To dissolve into original form.


Icicles melting
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RTalloni 2 years ago from the short journey

Nicely done and simply neat. I was thinking of the earth's water cycle this morning and here comes this creative look at icicles. :)


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Ebower 2 years ago from Georgia Author

RTalloni: Perfect timing! I guess great minds think alike. :)


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Bercton 2 years ago from United Kingdom

Nice photos and lovely poem!


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Ebower 2 years ago from Georgia Author

Bercton: Thank you!


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Jodah 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

You create the image so well with your words Ebower. Well done.


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Ebower 2 years ago from Georgia Author

Jodah: Thank you! I love to use imagery in my poems.


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vocalcoach 2 years ago from Nashville Tn.

This is just beautiful and love the photos Erin. ~ vocalcoach


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Ebower 2 years ago from Georgia Author

vocalcoach: Thank you! I think icicles are really beautiful.


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Monis Mas 2 years ago

They sure are pretty, but also so dangerous!


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Ebower 2 years ago from Georgia Author

Monis Mas: Yes, very dangerous! It would be awful if they fell on someone.

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