Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Plinkety-Plink, Plink, Plink

An icicle drips, drips
    its measured drops
  Plinkety-plink, plink, plink 
    on my window, like rain

  Each drip, every drop, a paralysis of time
    Plinkety-plink, plink, plink, plink, plink, plink, plink
  Will these cursed drops never end
    ~ Will she never be mine

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Valsa George February 27, 2023 at 9:37 PM A lovely jingle .... Enjoyed the magic you have created with sounds ....

Kim Rodrigues February 27, 2023 at 7:30 PM Enjoyed the sound effects…you can always break it off…but surely there is more than one…plink…plink…reminds me of our woodpecker woes!

John Lawless February 27, 2023 at 3:40 AM Blow your nose the school bus is here.....no wait....that's what they told me......nicely done Gershon .. icy tears shed for a cold heart Gershon Wolf February 27, 2023 at 6:50 PM I've just texted Kamala Harris to ask her what color the school buses used to be... 'Cos as she famously said, "The school bus was a major player in the transportation by bus of school-age children." ~ Weird Salad

R J. Elless February 27, 2023 at 3:37 AM Gershon, I like how you tied it all together. Fine poem. Have a Great Day.