’72 Vintage ANSEL ADAMS Icicles Ice Stalagmites Frozen Nature Photo
Frozen mid drip,
knocked from mother’s hip,
a wild child icicle
unpredictably spirited
rippling spike.
A spontaneous medieval pike
of childhood bliss:
unicorn, fairy wand,
silver carrot,
pointed finger of the witch.
Doorway crystals,
light-filled imaginings
frozen mid drip.
This warm January,
something amiss.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Love this, K. great video too. Tori Amos is wonderful.💕
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Thank you, Grace. I just remember loving icicles when I was little. So many games played with them, and so far, there haven’t been any. Tori for me, well, it’s really hard to top her.
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My pleasure. I love them too. Absolutely.💕
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Fun wordplay!
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Thank you, Paula. I do hope we see some icicles this year. At least a few small ones so I can play Hansel and Gretel with my littles. 😉
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This was beautiful, K – wonderful wintery descriptions here! 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. Icicles. There is infinite things a kid can do with one. Just a good freeze would be nice around here. It’s been so wickedly warm.
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So clever, you rocked this prompt, K.
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Thank you, Jay. This comment gave me a big grin.
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Something’s amiss. Today with climat change happening, guess one has to say that.
I enjoyed the music video. Reminded me, i was distracted while writing up my post, i had intended to add a music video. I went in edited and included it.
Happy you dropped by my blog.
Much❤love
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It feels like things have shifted. I am so glad you enjoyed this one. I will have to drop back by and give your track a listen. 💜
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KK ~ this is beautiful and clever! I really like it 🙂
❤
David
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Thank you, David. Wasn’t about to pass up on a chance to create a verbal icicle. 💜
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A delightful icicle quadrille! I particularly like the ‘wild child icicle’, the ‘spontaneous medieval pike of childhood bliss’ and the list of all the things it can be.
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Thank you so much, Kim. We did have such a great time with the icicles. I hope to see my two enjoying them before the winter is over. I really liked the intro image, too. Maybe one to return to, sometime.
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This is crazy cool — language and imagery. I have seen some of the most gorgeous mid-air ice sculptures fall from a dripping faucet.
I especially like your opening lines.
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Thank you, Shawna. Faucet sculptures sound stunning. I had a lot of fun remembering and writing this piece.
I appreciate your kind words very much.
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Love that wild child icicle!
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Thank you, Jane. End of term here has me all frazzled, but I did see your comment. Wish we could get a few snow days here. A creative writing mental health day might be in order.
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I’d rather just have spring, to be honest 🙂
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Frozen in mid-drip… Wonderful images in your poem. Well done.
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Thank you kindly, Dwight. I wrote this, went to class, and then came back and really forgot to dive into the comments. Wish I could freeze mid-drip maybe just for a few hours and enjoy some solitude.
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That would be great!
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Oh, so many great images here! LOVE!
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Thank you. I had to try to get all those fun memories in. 😉
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I loved your words! That last stanza just grabbed me.
“…Doorway crystals,
light-filled imaginings
frozen mid drip.
This warm January,
something amiss.”
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Thank you, Colleen. There is an eerie sort of January happening her in the North East. I do hope we have some solid precipitation soon to remind us of why we love winter. 💜
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The same here in mid-Michigan, K. We have some snow this morning with more predicted for the rest of the week. It’s been almost spring-like. I’m sure winter will last into May again this year.
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terrific and terse; a galloping gourmet of images; with an ominous clang at the end —
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Grinning from this. Thank you. Like a melting icecicle I wrote this and went back into grading paper mode and never returned. Will I ever change? I’m thinking not. 💜😂
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no one changes, K; not really; embrace our uniqueness 🙂
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I still love the magic of icicles… they can be spectacular.
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Agreed. They vary so greatly. I like how they inspire fear, awe and imagination. Thanks for commenting.
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The wild child, freezing on the way to drip, very clever.
Children like them, it’s magic for sure to them.
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I can’t wait to see a few. It’s still magical to me, or at least my inner child. I appreciate your kind words.
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This is wonderful. So many delightful descriptions!
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Thank you, Mish. It’s the busiest week ever. Okay, I might be exaggerating, but it sure feels that way. I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to your response. I enjoyed Monday Night’s icecapades.
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Great play on words love it 🙂
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K, after reading the poem and then listening to Tori’s song, I feel my heart reaching out to the “crystal frozen mid drip.”
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chills and happy January K.. it’s a great poem! 💗
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Thank you, Cindy. We’re still waiting for our icicles here in Virginia. 💜
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You’re welcome. Stay warm! 💗
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Wonderfully descriptive, K!
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