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Monday, May 11, 2015

DMC: "Ice" by Elizabeth Steinglass





ICE

 Ice is a disappearing word.
Hard and sparkling,
you hold it in your hand.
It bites back,
demanding you put it down,
but if you persist
it gives in,
slowly dribbling
through your fingers. 

 © 2015 Elizabeth Steinglass. All rights reserved.


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8 comments:

  1. Michelle Heidenrich BarnesMay 11, 2015 at 8:39 AM

    I'm quite taken with this poem, Liz– thank you. Call me strange (you wouldn't be the first), but it sort of makes me want to keep a cube as a pet.

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  2. TabathaMay 11, 2015 at 2:30 PM

    Vivid verbs, Liz! I can feel it :-)

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  3. Margaret SimonMay 11, 2015 at 6:04 PM

    How that ice cube bites, but on a hot day, nothing like it mixed with lemon. Mmm.

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  4. RosiMay 11, 2015 at 6:37 PM

    This is terrific. I love the personification of the ice -- biting and demanding. Nicely done, Liz.

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  5. catherinemjohnson.comMay 11, 2015 at 6:46 PM

    Love it, Liz!

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  6. Penny Parker KlostermannMay 11, 2015 at 8:46 PM

    Wonderful, Liz!

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  7. Buffy SilvermanMay 11, 2015 at 9:01 PM

    Love the biting, demanding, and dribbling of the ice cube!

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  8. BJ LeeMay 12, 2015 at 6:56 PM

    Your Ice is nice, Liz!

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