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Lethal Sticks

Catapulting ice 
falling from my roofs gutters
dangerous to all.
Don’t walk or stand beneath it; 
or you may end up impaled!

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Maurice Yvonne

April 6, 2015 at 7:06 PM

Been there done that bought the T- Shirt. This write is dead on. Says so much with few words but even better evokes emotional response. Excellent!

M. L. Kiser

April 7, 2015 at 11:53 PM

Fortunately, no one was impaled, but it was a frighteningly long icicle. Thanks

Sandip Goswami

March 24, 2015 at 3:22 PM

Very deep thoughts. But what can we do to stop.....Catapulting ice has been falling for thousand years.....Nice to meet your works once again... Best to you.

M. L. Kiser

March 25, 2015 at 10:53 AM

I wish that someone in this world had an answer to falling ice. Although, back in 2004, I had occasion to be without power 9 days because of an ice storm...I packed my frozen food into coolers and cut branches off of the trees to keep it cool, as they were covered in ice. Perhaps that's one small answer? It worked rather well, too! Thanks for your visit.

Daver Austin

March 24, 2015 at 9:13 AM

Few think of this danger. I do though. Thanks for the warning. Love, daver

M. L. Kiser

March 25, 2015 at 10:54 AM

I know...we all must look up more. Glad to hear from you, Daver.

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser

March 4, 2015 at 4:11 AM

chilly and very scary scene!!! wahh!

M. L. Kiser

March 5, 2015 at 11:40 PM

Yes, it was and it's happening again! Thanks for stopping by to read and comment.

Andrea Dietrich

March 2, 2015 at 6:45 PM

the title is perfect for this one. What an image!!

M. L. Kiser

March 5, 2015 at 11:40 PM

Thanks Andrea; it was my first thought when I looked at them.

David Fisher

March 1, 2015 at 6:39 PM

I think your title describes those weapons perfectly. They're beautiful from the road, but not from my own window. Maybe spring is coming?

M. L. Kiser

March 2, 2015 at 10:49 AM

I'll certainly welcome it. So glad that you stopped by to read and comment, David.

Kelly Deschler

February 28, 2015 at 10:49 PM

Those icicles are like daggers hanging from the roof. I dread having to shovel the snow while standing underneath them... These are wise words, M. L. Great work!

M. L. Kiser

March 2, 2015 at 10:51 AM

One fell the other day and I was so glad that no one was out there beneath it. It was a good 3' long. We've had about 8" of snow on the roof and that certainly makes fo rlethal icecicles. Thanks so much for stopping by, Kelly.

Eve Roper

February 26, 2015 at 12:01 AM

I have never seen it that cold and I'm glad I haven't. Stay warm 7

M. L. Kiser

February 27, 2015 at 2:12 PM

I am trying...things have warmed up today though. Glad that you stopped by.

Sandra Haight

February 25, 2015 at 8:44 PM

M.L., a perfect poem for these so very cold winter days! I see so many of these huge icicles that look so dangerous! I enjoyed your perfect Tanka! Hugs, Sandra

M. L. Kiser

February 27, 2015 at 2:13 PM

Thank you so much, Sandra.

Cherl Dunn

February 25, 2015 at 5:06 PM

Dear M.L.Kiser This a cold and chilling fact of winter, I like your fireflies summer evening poem better lol,just kidding I like them both my souper pal, lol like the imagery in this wintering thawning scene, don't worry I won't step under your gutters, but I will comment honestly on your poem, nice job my friend, excellent. I'm glad you liked my bigfoot poem, and I agree with you why can't we co-exsist, cheri

M. L. Kiser

February 25, 2015 at 5:15 PM

I worry when my cat gets outside in the wintertime...she used to go out often until a hawk moved into the neighborhood and when I'd see her walk under an icicle...I'd cringe. Winter is a time when I just look up...a lot! Thanks for visiting.