Dropped from a cloud
Bounced on a roof
Rolled until
Wedged between others.
Warming rays of sun
Change my form
Slipping and sliding
Splash in a trough,
Squeezed through a crack.
Drip
Drip
Slipping and sliding, again
Travel over green
Follow the path
Moving faster
Now slower,
S l o w e r
Frozen again.
Fingers reaching
To the ground.
Outside my kitchen window, the river becomes a forest of stalactites.
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I love this poem. What a treat to see the pic at the end. Then I read the poem again. So fun to see your phoetry (is that what you called it?).
Fantastic! Just fantastic!
Ooooh – so many descriptive words paint a picture in my head – then the photograph completes the idea. Beautiful!
I am not sure which I love more, your poem or your picture! Or maybe how perfectly they reflect one another?!?!? So fabulous, as always!!
I always love how you weave a photo into your posts. This one fits perfectly and ties this beautiful slice poem up with a bow. Loved it!
Lovely and this is on my mind as the FIrsties are learning that matter can change shape.
Thanks for the journey that your took us on, slipping, sliding, down and again. Great poem and picture to bring it all together.
Your imagery is priceless!
I love the rhythm and speed changes of this poem. As always, beautiful picture.
I just have a couple of inches of green up so far. Sorry for the ice plant! You took us on quite an adventure. I was waiting, waiting to see what was going to be revealed!
I felt like I was part of the adventure of the ice droplet…and of course, your picture made it perfect. Love reading your posts.
I loved the way you built the description to the end – and the aha photograph.
Lovely. Have seen these on our large bushes. Poor little drops, but I would rather just see them as liquid only.
You really know how to weave in all those elements of writer’s craft. I love the repetition and how you move the words around. You have inspired me to use pictures before the challenge is over. It is helped me with my reading and I can see how it would encourage the young writer’s in the classroom.
YES! It’s been crazy and your poem brings it home with power. I am off to the beach 🙂
Great picture. Great poem. Such a lovely read. Almost spring, but not yet.
Great poem! Love your use of imagery and the way you played with the placement of your words. 🙂
Great picture!. Love the poem. I especially enjoy going for a ride on the day after an ice storm so see the trees glistening like diamonds in the sun. It’s hard to think of a more beautiful sight.
Elsie,
I love how the verbs in your poem are the anchors. More for me to think about as I’m sure I rely way too heavily on the “descriptive” elements. And ending with the picture so I could match my thinking to the “real thing” was a stroke of genius.
Thanks!
Elsie, your pairing is wonderful. I look at your beautiful green plants encased in ice. Wow.