Icicles

A short poem in the form of a haiku about icicles in the winter.

Icicles quiver;

They are formed to perfection

In long, icy cones.

Author's Note

Was this too short? Should I have more verses?

Reviews

[Maria Retz]

This is beautiful.
Short, yes, but powerful, very powerful.
To me this poem speaks of all this beauty we want in this world, the outer beauty. But beauty does quiver, if you don't feel it inside.
Cold, ice cold beauty.
Great job

[Sheila Kline]

You ask is this was too short...well, as a poetess who writes an average of 10-12 verses...I would have to say my preference is for more material as part of a poem....but, with that said....you have creatively shown the cold of winter...the icicles quiver...paints the image of cold as we think of shivering when we are cold. Personally, I think it would be better if you added a bit to it to expand the concept of cold.......I felt like I was left hanging like one of the icicles.
Why not give it a try, and add a few lines to it?
Perhaps okay as a haiku, but otherwise, is lacking in content.

[Wildecat]

Short sweet and to the point. Would be a great Haiku poem.

[Ethereal Neveah]

This was perfect for a haiku! I love it! Now I'm going to have to do a haiku! :) Hope it measures up!