Friday, February 4, 2011

A Letter to My Ice Dams

You grind me down, drip by drip
wet spots spread, darkening
the closet. You're resistant to my pleas,
oblivious, remote, and insistent
on coming inside. Find a remote
place to spread, somewhere outside—
bask in the sun, float over rocks,
moisten blades of grass—just cease
your drip. I can't handle your intrusion.

12 comments:

  1. Linda, the incessant drip. Nicely described.
    Pamela

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  2. I can feel the power of your grievance at the unwelcome invasion.

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  3. I love the first sentence... great imagery!

    ~laurie

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  4. Very creative way to use the words from the prompt. You certainly captured the frustration of any intrusive sound,

    Elizabeth

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  5. Nicely framed piece - ice dams are not pleasant, by any stretch.

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  6. A vivid and engaging poem and the title is so personal, it made one smile.

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  7. So sorry you have been dealing with the insistent water everywhere! Great poem, inspired by your experience!

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  8. I have never lived in deep snow country. I guess it has to stay close to the freezing point or the water is driven away and thus the air is clear and dry. In the Willamette Valley of Oregon, we generally have one real snow a year, and we often break out of the cold snap with a freezing rain. I know a little about ice...

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  9. Suits many, I am sure (and sorry, too).

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  10. Poor closet! Poor Linda.
    We'll be seeing chickweed in a couple of weeks. Yea! Green!

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  11. Linda, love the transformation of ice to water, but sorry it's intruding on your life! Nicely done. Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/04/21/cobalt-blue-bottle-day-21-2/

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