No more icicles

No more icicles

A Poem by Jack...

 

 

 

 

No more icicles

 

 

Sitting on this roof,

seeing the colored lights in neighboring windows

finding frosted panes in abstract happiness,

as winter’s wind howls about my face

 

Speakers blare in cramping holiday tones,

(What’s so wonderful about it ~ this time of year?)

Shingles damp and slippery,

still I hold on for dear life

 

Fingers numb but clinging,

for without my seated sadness

on this peak above chimney ash

watching streams finding the edge

 

­how else would those muddied

tear drop icicles form?

 

~

 

Then I hear it on shivering vibrations

A voice from ~ out there ~ somewhere

A shadow beneath a flickering street light

Footprints in circles about the square

 

Moving in my direction

My silhouette on white clouds shimmies

A little to the side, for a better view

Wings ~ it has ~ she has wings

 

I blink a frozen eyelash ~ she is sitting next to me

A warm, feathery quilted wing about my shoulders

Chilled cheeks burn as I smile

and my heart melts as she whispers to me  ~

 

 “No more icicles”

 

 

© 2013 Jack...


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Jack...
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Now Jack....do you want to fall off that roof?? Must i yell up at you in my best annoying Lucy imitation...whaaaaaaaaaa JAAAAACCKKK!!!!!! ;-p

In all that holiday hustle and bustle its easy to forget that many people are lonely or alone during the holidays. That there maybe painful memories or loss associated with this time of year. You've expressed this with a very vivid picture.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Jack...

6 Years Ago

As long as I don't have to talk like Ricky Ricardo.

You are so correct my sweet frie.. read more



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Your poem makes me think about human kindness. The icicle starts out alone, looking out at the scenery. It's a damp, slippery, and cold existence. But, there is excitement garnered by the arrival of the bird. The bird brings warmth and happiness.

Similarly, I feel that some people exist passively in their silos. When they finally get to interact with other people, it's an enriching experience that leaves behind coldness and helps them drop back to reality.

Posted 3 Years Ago


So beautiful and full of HOPE!
:)

Posted 3 Years Ago


lovely. that last stanza truly warmed the whole thing up.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Woah Jack, think I just fell off my seat at this one! An amazing one for sure, my new favourite.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Jack...

6 Years Ago

Thank you so very much for your kind words always to me. You always make me smile Noodle.
Your poem reminds of the recent ice storms, which stuck Ontario, Quebec and Atlantic Canada and part of the northeast United States. Of the long cold wait for restoration of heat and power, and feeling of being alone, in this frozen Hell, without release. And the joy of experience, it's re-emergence, once more.

But, knowing there were others, in my apartment building, who offered what they could, to ease my burden. Your angel is, them, for me. Thank you.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Jack...

6 Years Ago

Thank you for visiting my poetry today and leaving such kind words.
therisa

6 Years Ago

Your welcome.
Brrr Jack, this one is cold and yet the finish warms the heart. Frozen eyelashes are the pits, as always you've won my heart with yet another amazing piece of artwork....outstanding my sweet friend. Have a grand New Year. xo

Posted 6 Years Ago


Jack...

6 Years Ago

I am thrilled this one touched you Frieda. Your kindness is always the reason for my smile.
What we all wouldn't give to have an angel like this during such times as that. I always love a bit of the bitter with a smidgen of the sweet, a perfect blending of the two to touch the heart with both a tear of sadness and a tear of happiness. The words seem to press upon the heart, causing a deep sigh of recognition. We have all known this sense of loss

No more tears … no more icicles …


Posted 6 Years Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

6 Years Ago

It's a beautiful gift, from a beautiful friend. :-)
Jack...

6 Years Ago

Thank you for your kindness
Cryingkate

6 Years Ago

OMG. I just saw this.. make it 3rd time today..... I need a case of Kleenex today, Or I gotta stay a.. read more
Such a heartwarming write, Jack! Unfortunately, the holiday season brings out either the best or the worst in people. We have been sold on the "merry happy wonderful" time it is supposed to be, but not everyone feels that way or even CAN feel that way. The imagery in this poem is wonderful and the happy ending made me want to say "awwwww". We all have angels and they can bring us epiphanies in life. They can make us realize we might not have perfect lives, but we have is pretty damned good. Merry Christmas, my friend. Be well. Lydi**

Posted 6 Years Ago


Jack...

6 Years Ago

Lydi, your smile on my page always brings a smile to my face. Thank you eternally for your kindness .. read more
very nice, a little strange (which I like).

Posted 6 Years Ago


Jack...

6 Years Ago

Thanks Mark...strange is me...that's for sure.
In spite of so many blessings when one has family and dear friends, there are so often times when a chair appears empty, a shadow moves, a corner is chilled etcetera and all because of past hurt, sleeplessness and loneliness. For billions worldwide all that is every day because, because .. there are too few angels to go around. Those last five lines are .. more than ..

Dear Jack, you have a wonderful heart and spirit. Thank you.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Jack...

6 Years Ago

Sweet Garden Girl, there may be too few angels floating around, but I have found many right here on .. read more

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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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