No more icicles

 

 

 

 

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”

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[redflutterby]

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.

[Jack...]

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

You are so correct my sweet friend. Sadness and loneliness affect many during the holidays. I wish I could lift them all from that rooftop.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

A wonderfully-crafted poem. I find the theme of loneliness during the holidays to be very wistful. Gorgeous.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

It was my pleasure. Sorry I haven't been on this site for so long. A lot of work.

[Jack...]

No problem, I completely understand.

[Pryde Foltz]

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”

Gorgeous, Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you Pryde for your kindness

[Larry Dyson]

Actually I liked the fact that you were "shocking" your system and sitting up there....I ve been there also and A new focus is needed sometime..I find this a splendid piece Jack....Laury

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend. Happy you felt this one.

[Laminators Dubai]

once was warm, now its cold....
magnificent as ever!

[Jack...]

Thank you sweet Glitch.

[NeiL ArandA]

Jack if I will some up this beautiful piece with just 2 words " Blue Christmas "
No more Blue Christmas , No more Icicles, She's there to stay...

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Symbols raised all around us and you give them words, well done Jack.

[Jack...]

Always Thomas I appreciate you.

[Cassie]

I loved this one Jack, sounds funny and I see you sitted on the roof, take care you do not fall off

[Jack...]

Thank you so much sweet Sunshine.

[icelandicblue]

We crave the warmth and the color of life but first we need the ice to melt...then a heart can beat along with the rhythm of the living. It's a melancholy piece...but it has a feather of hope nestled in its center.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Anne for always being so kind to me.

[Justine]

Always good to get that bird's eye view of life huh? I like how you draw the reader in with what the senses experience through sight, sound, touch. Nice ending, gently romantic and a festive happy ending. I have no suggestions other than "keep writing" :) Really liked this. Justine

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Justine for your kind words. Thrilled you enjoyed this one.