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Ice and More Ice
by Quentin S Clingerman
Limbs laden with sparkling ice sway gently in the breeze
Hear the sighing of trees heavy with grieving
As the temperature rises with a sunny day
The tears drip, drip from tiny icicles on bending branches
Ice and more ice is everywhere with walkways like skating rinks
Few are out there, view from the window is hostile
The fairyland beauty of sparkling ice is treacherous under foot
Waiting for the freezing rain to stop, the temperatures to rise
Power companies have crews working on the ice downed lines
While inmates of homes bundle in heatless houses
Thinking of the Spring that is to come
This ice and snow will soon pass as does sorrow
Limbs of trees laying on the ground await removal
As grief must give way to the hope of a new and warmer day.
Ice and More Ice (2014) Quentin Clingerman
02/06/2014 Posted on 02/06/2014
Copyright © 2025 Quentin S Clingerman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/06/14 at 06:05 PM Powerful seasonal capture Quentin. Reminds me of the great ice storm of 1998 that knocked out power to much of south eastern Ontario and southern Quebec. Many families were forced to live in makeshift shelters in school gyms etc., some for weeks. Here in Ottawa, we were lucky, and spared most of the misery, but dangerous to walk around with ice laden branches falling everywhere. Anyhoo, great poem, excellent poetic snapshot. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/10/14 at 05:13 AM I guess Pennsylvania really got hit with power outages. ?? You've made such a smooth transition from the discomforts of what ice can cause to everyday existence to the passing of sorrow and the spring of hope. I enjoyed the language used here. |
| Posted by Don Matley on 02/24/14 at 02:02 PM Love the ending. Ottawa,Canada was hit by such an ice storm as your poem describes several years ago. The government shut down and people were stranded with no power nor heat for a week. It was like the world was ending as you looked down blackened streets. Especially streets with many trees. But like the Phoenix, we coped and recovered. Like your poem, there is beauty all over this world even in the face of adversity. Thanks.
Don |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/17/15 at 08:20 PM I love the message here. Love the parallels. |
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