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Too Much Ice

Rain yesterday. Last night it froze. I'm looking at an icicle that is my car, I suppose. I go out with a scraper and a red, runny nose. My fingers are tingling and I think I've lost my toes. I want to start the engine, but I can't open the door. I scrape at the window. Nope. It stays iced just as before.. Finally, I realize, I'll never complete this chore. I grab the phone and call my boss to tell him my throat is sore.

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Vijay Pandit

Date: 1/3/2024 10:27:00 AM

I like the humor of your ending line, Hilda--though it is quite real given the storm and cold that you so eloquently describe. Had fun reading your poem--we have cold but no snow yet.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 1/3/2024 10:38:00 AM

Thank you for reading it. Maybe the car was trying to tell me something. Ice can be dangerous.

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 1/1/2024 1:09:00 PM

I enjoyed reading this relatable poem, with its touches of humor, Hilda. Why fight the weather? The poem's ending was delightful. :)

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 1/1/2024 1:42:00 PM

Thank you. I'm happy that you liked it. You always say nice things.

Joseph May

Date: 1/1/2024 12:15:00 PM

On days like those its best to stay home, I enjoyed the read

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 1/1/2024 12:19:00 PM

Thank you.

Judy Ball

Date: 12/30/2023 1:59:00 PM

Too cute Hilda and who can blame you for calling in. There are times I don't want to fac the bitter cold either. God Bless and a much blessed new year. JB.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 12/30/2023 2:06:00 PM

Happy New Year to you.

Heidi Sands

Date: 12/28/2023 7:46:00 AM

I am happy to be led to this today. I can relate to this poem. You described it well! :)

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 12/28/2023 10:30:00 AM

Thank you.

David Fisher

Date: 12/27/2023 4:14:00 PM

Such a fun write, and the last line nailed it. Oddly, so far the only ice in southern New England is in our cups; cheering the holidays!

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 12/27/2023 4:39:00 PM

Thanks for reading my poem. May you have holiday cheer, but not too muvh.

Bill Baker

Date: 12/26/2023 4:43:00 PM

Sorry that someone isn't scraping that window and getting your car running for you Hilda. That used to be one of my favorite things to do for neighbors and for the ladies at my office that didn't have someone to do it for them. With that red nose, you may have needed a sick day anyway. Hope all is well now. A poet friend in Texas, Bill

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 12/26/2023 8:17:00 PM

We had buses as a backup. I hope you enjoyed the poem. Stay warm in bad weather.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 12/26/2023 4:13:00 PM

Reminds me of winters in northern Ontario. Thanks for your visit and comment.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 12/26/2023 4:17:00 PM

Thank you Ontario must be beautiful in winter.

Howard Kerr

Date: 12/26/2023 3:58:00 AM

Hilda, First and foremost, I’d like to thank you for your flattering comments on Yet I Cling. Your specific words of praise are a spur to my future endeavours. Too Much Ice scores highly on all parameters. Wry humour, persistence, excellent scene depiction using an economy of language and superb flow. Howard

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 12/26/2023 6:41:00 AM

Thank you for your comment. Your an excellent poet. Keep writing.

Ink Empress

Date: 12/25/2023 9:55:00 PM

Ah the reality of winter days, when its all icy, i can understand why you would call your boss and call in sick, i would have too, very descriptive and very well articulated , i absolutely love reading your work always. Sending you light always. Hope christmas went well.

Judy Ball

Date: 12/25/2023 11:22:00 AM

One of the many reasons I do so love my remote car starter. Some days though I would love to just stay in bed and not go out at all. This sounds like one of those days, Nice job here. God Bless and Merry Christmas, JB

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 12/25/2023 11:39:00 AM

Thank you for your comment. Home is good.

Joe Dimino

Date: 12/25/2023 8:25:00 AM

Yep, that's why I moved from New York to Phoenix. Gave me a smile of Christmas' past. Blessings my friend.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 12/25/2023 9:22:00 AM

So many are moving to warmer climates. I get a short snow season, and I have a freezer full of food. I like some snow, but not icy roads. Enjoy your southern living. Best wishes.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 12/24/2023 7:11:00 PM

Ha, ha! Welcome to winter. Clever penning, Hilda. Merry Xmas. :) gw

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 12/24/2023 7:23:00 PM

Thank you for reading my poem. I hope you enjoy the holiday.

Sotto Poet

Date: 12/24/2023 7:05:00 PM

Hilda, your writing is amazing. I felt nostalgic for those cold days thanks to your writings. I don't like snowy or slippery roads, so starting the car was difficult. Unfortunately, I dislike winter.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 12/24/2023 7:21:00 PM

Most people prefer warm climates. If a person is retired, like I am, he/she can enjoy winter from inside the house. Thank you for commenting. Best wishes. Hilda...

Panagiota Romios

Date: 12/24/2023 4:57:00 PM

Phenomenal write. You made me shiver recalling cold days in Chicago’s winter. Car starts were problematic with a Fiat 600! Good humor, too you express. I stayed home, also, and watched the snowflakes cover people, Cars and Lake Michigan. There was no nternet then. So, magic happened..lol We actually called our friends and heard a human voice. I miss that! Keyboard strokes cannot replace the human voice ,nor emotions. No matter how ell written. Merry Christmas, Pangie

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 12/24/2023 5:26:00 PM

I always enjoy hearing from you. I've heard that Chicago has the worst and coldest winters. Stay home and warm and have a Merry Christmas.