Watching An Icicle

Sitting and watching an icicle drip,
When seen through a fresh pair of eyes,
Is how it must feel to be out on a ship
When you’ve only tried land on for size.

For we, who’ve seen icicles time and again,
Rarely realize how magic they are.
Their melting’s been witnessed each wintertime when
They descend from each roof, tree or car.

But a warm-climate refugee, newly arrived
Or a baby who’s new to the mix,
Might feel that up ‘til now they’ve been rather deprived,
Missing Nature play one of her tricks.

‘Cause no matter how massive an icicle is,
There is one thing that’s perfectly clear – 
When the sunshine comes out and starts doing its biz,
Then that icicle will disappear.

To the novice, it seems like a magical spell,
Just to watch all the drips and the melt;
So by joining one, I see it that way as well
And remember the way it first felt.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Dailey Avatar
February 15, 2014 at 2:54 PM
you see the beauty in such unlikely places.
Lyle Avatar
February 13, 2014 at 4:32 PM
The travelling water going from one state to another. How magical is that. Good poem on what is 70% of our being. Liked this a lot. Regards Andy Lyle
Johnson Avatar
February 11, 2014 at 6:16 PM
Joy comes in many different ways. Just thinking about someone who has never seen an icicle is reason enough to relish their presence. Keep watching. Peace. :)
Tsiluma Avatar
February 11, 2014 at 2:46 AM
Great write Ilene! I've never seen an icicle - we only have short rains and long rains, no winter, no summer - that's the equatorial climate for you! I agree with the essence of the poem, we should not get so used to situations that we cease to see the wonder in them. You've said it very well.
Pettit Avatar
February 10, 2014 at 10:12 PM
Water is the only chemical compound that is found on this planet in all phases of matter; solid, liquid, and gas. The descriptiveness of this write is enough to make me feel colder.
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