Below is the poem entitled Ice King which was written by poet
Dietrich. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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with an ice cube in my palm. . .
ice king wannabe
cold stinging torture
becomes more bearable as. . .
ice turns to water
Insufficiently numbed. . .
my hand could now tolerate
a hole drilled through it
For Skat's ICE KING (in less than 10 lines) For the adventures one Poetry Contest
I really wanted to see how long it would take the cube to melt in my hand when I was laying out in the sun, around 100 degrees F. So I timed it and it took 20 minutes. It stung really bad for at least the first ten minutes and hurt all the way till the end but was much more bearable as it turned to water!! for me, this was like performing an experiment. I would not like to be the ice king.