Like soldiers in a row
They stand or rather, hang,
Trying to cling to life,
But they keep on slipping.
Their demise may be slow
Yet I know they must die
For their blood is dripping.
Drip by drip, drip by drip
Their short life slips away.
Some are lost in the heat of day
As true soldiers are lost
In the heat of battle.
The nighttime comes and they
Regroup, regain some strength.
Not many die at night
-But with the morning light
They must again be wary
For they are nothing more
Than icicles of February.
You got me. I didn't guess icicles but then in all fairness I just finished your poem on Antietam.. I like it. Good stuff
These soundtracks are a pain in the Butt. Worth 10 for that comment alone! The poem itself is excellent too! A brilliant linking of images. Sort of poetry I really admire. I'll make this a favourite and keep your work in view. It's hard keeping up with everyone but, if this is a good sample of your work, you've got a new fan here. Tom Billsborough
1 1/2 years later, i'm drawn to the title again! ! ! let me review another! ;) bri how many times will this happen! ! ? ?
Your photo explains the meaning clearly, as I was wondering who or what 'they' were. I have seen little of icicles, so your poem has novelty for me; and real class.
Great metaphoric form, the battle of the season, the brevity of any life form. Great stuff!
Oh, very dramatic and clever! I think you've had an enormous regiment of these putting up camp in the U.S. Lately, not so?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh yeah, the soundtrack added by PH. they annoy me (as i guess they do you) . i don't know how to post photos with my poems and i don't care enough to learn, but i do like the two i've seen on your pages. i got in my head old shingles and couldn't shake them loose, even though the poem didn't exactly describe shingles. icicles, of course! i always have trouble spelling that word. i saw plenty during my first 50+ years when i lived in central new york state. now i bask in the mild temps of northern coastal california. oh, back to the poem: the whole poem seems without blemish, but i picked these as my favorite lines: The nighttime comes and they Regroup, regain some strength thanks for sharing. bri :)