He whispered in her dreams.
As she stirred, hearing his words,
she reached out for him.
Fingers brushed against the snow,
collected on his arms.
You’re cold, she shivered –
moving close to give him warmth.
The heat from her embrace
thawed his resistance.
Water drenched his face.
Oh, no, you’re melting!
She touched his soaked cheeks –
shocked and disbelieving.
It’s my fault, he sighed.
I shouldn’t have stayed so long,
but as you dreamed, you smiled.
No chance of walking away
when my heart’s no longer
a frozen block of ice.
He kissed her as he liquefied
into a puddle on her rug.
Ah, I’ll miss your icicle,
Jack Frost, my love.
!!! Photograph by FlyTrapMan (Click HERE to visit and follow his blog) !!!
Poet Rummager 
Ah well. He’ll come again, some day. 🙂
Great reading, and Fly’s photo is superfly.
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Lol. Thank you so much! Yes, it’s not a bird or a plane– it’s superfly! 😀
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Ah the warm embrace
I can feel it now
Yes through the distance of our world
Yet strong enough to maintain
For I would miss if there wasn’t at least that visual connection
The Sheldon Perspective
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A connection that weathers snow, sleet, and other storms! Happy to be your blogger friend. Such dreamy words — many thanks. xo
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like a man
i’m warmed now,
in my puddle 🙂
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Haha! A warm puddle is better than a cold one. Thanks for your visits! 🙂
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“Happiness is a warm puddle.” (That is what Snoopy really said, B4 he was house-trained.)
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I’m sure he also said that about his warm pudding! 😝
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The story–though not the tone–reminded me of The Little Snow Girl. You’re so funny, Rose.
“I’ll miss your icicle.” Is that what the kids call it now? 😉
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Oh, I’ll have to look up that story. I don’t think I’ve heard of it before. Lol! What ever do you mean, Merril? I just imagined Jack Frost would have an icicle and not a carrot for a nose. You did understand I was talking about his nose, right? 😀
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Of course, Rose. Noses are important. 🙂
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Haha! The size of a man’s nose is a good indication of how large his….. heart is. 😉 xo
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Hmmm. . .I’d think DT’s would be smaller.
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It’s actually an abnormally enlarged heart — filled with greed, paranoia, and delusions of grandeur.
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Ahhh. Well, that explains it. Probably a bit of hot air, as well.
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Yes!! Hellishly hot! 🔥
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oh, bless him , that snowmen of olden days/ …..I feel rather sorry for him, true to life with some men who fall for the wrong woman and pay the price. xx Great shot by the elusive Mr Fly. I do miss him.
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Did you know Fly has a new email address? Flytrappman@gmail.com (yes, that’s with two p’s). I’m sure he’d love to hear from you.
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thank you, Rose.
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Thanks! Frost shards can be difficult to photograph. I look forward to publishing more content soon! Be on the look out for the supermoon tonight.
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Oh Jack Frost, it was such a short-living passion, all the parts melted together – we can only guess…
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Ha! I enjoy your naughtiness, but I promise not to tell Santa on you. 😀 Thank you for visiting, dear Inese! I shall drop by tonight, and DD said he will bring you flowers soon. xo
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Thank you Rose! 🙂 My love to DD ❤
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❤ xo
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This was lovely, I feel sorry for them.
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Aw, you are such a sweet and sensitive soul. Jack will be back when the temperatures drop again — and I’m sure the temperatures won’t be the only thing dropping. 😀 Thank you! ❤
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A simple touch can melt the coldest heart. Love it, Rose 😊
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Thank you sooooo, doritos! 😀
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You’re very welcome lol
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Jack’s icicle melted, but he still has his ice balls.
Thanks for sharing my photograph! Your spoken word added a layer of frost to the image \”/
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And such nice ice balls, I’m sure! 😀 Haha — goofy monster!!
Your photographs are works of art. Ha! I can be an icy witch, at times, so frost accumulates quite easily. And someone likes to remind me a lot that I’m a ————————–
cold hearted snake! 😀 Beat ya to it this time. haha hee hee
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I’m going to have that song stuck in my head! Damn…he’s a lover boy at play…he don’t play by the rules…oh, oh, oh, girl don’t play the fool now………
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Haha! You sing well. Can you slither like a snake?🐍
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Yes…I can also spit like one too!
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Smh. 😆
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Poor Jack Frost and his premature precipitation. But I just snow his girl loves him anyway.
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😀 Ah, it’s crystal clear what a talented and witty poet you are, my lovely beaked friend. xo
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I hope he will come again, another night, to get liquefied… 😀
The photograph by Fly is stunning! No doubt it inspired your muse… 🙂
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Ha! I’m sure Jack Frost will be back. 😉 Can you imagine that those little ice crystals are incredibly tiny; slightly bigger than salt crystals? It blows my mind the things Fly captures. Thank you, dear Mani, for making time to read my work. I know how busy you are, as well. xo
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I really enjoy reading your blog. Fly is a wonderful photographer! Kudos…
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The size of the ice pillars are difficult to quantify, but they’re probably smaller than a millimeter. Your pinky nail would be gargantuan compared to the ice pillars.
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Lol! I knew you were gonna catch me on that one! There was frost outside on a leaf and looked slightly larger than salt crystals. I should’ve known the ice police would say something. 😀
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It’s okay…I’ll let you off with a warning this time \”/
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Thanks! I hate tickets.
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Thank you for your kind words!
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You are welcome… 🙂
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Aw, that was heartwarming and possibly even hearthmelting–especially the bit about the icicle. 🙂
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Lol! Oh, I do miss your bag head and appreciate you visiting despite the challenges you’re currently facing. ❤
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Thanks, Rose. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
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Thanks so much Penney!
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This timely poem is clever, not just about ice but often how relationships are once one person (or the image of a person) changes. Your poems leave me thinking all day – Sol
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I’m glad you peeled away the many layers. It’s good you didn’t peel off too many layers, because my poems are very shy 😀 Thanks Lady Sol — I’m happy to hear that!
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Wonderful words and great reading…
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Thanks very much for your kind words! I treasure them. xo
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Great blog👍, do visit my blog and if you like it then press the follow button.
Thank you😊
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Thank you! I’m sorry I missed your comment. I’ll gladly visit your blog. 😊
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A wonderful story dear Rose.
Poor Jack Frost. Icicleless. 😢
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Haha! Icicleless but still ballsyl. Thank you, charming Alan. 😘
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So sad 😦
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Ah, such is life, my dear Andy!
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Nice story Poet, and you’ve told it so well. Feeling a lil sorry for Jack Frost though.
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Thanks Somali! Jack Frost will chill out again, I’m sure. No worries. 😘
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A woman’s smile can bewitch the coldest heart. Snowmen beware … 🙂
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Lovely comment! Thanks Kat. ☃️
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You’re most welcome, Rose. 😊
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The ice can burn as well with the touch. This poem feels like passion Rose. Thank you. ^~^
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Oooh, thank you for your sizzling words, Francis! I miss your sexy posts. 🙂
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I am quite flattered, Rose >////n////<
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Oh sweet, heart-warming Jack Frost! 🙂
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Thanks Christy! Jack Frost melts so easily — poor guy. 🙂
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Wonderfully depicted poem of love and longing frost is something beautiful
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Thanks a million! I’m sorry I missed your comment earlier. Your words are most appreciated. 🌹
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Hey Rose and FTM, wishing both of you a wonderful and happening 2017 ❤ May the year bring you all the happiness and all your dreams come true… 🙂 HAPPY NEW YEAR 2017!!! Cheers! 😀
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Happy New Year, darling Mani! I wish you joy and peace, my lovely friend. ❤ xo
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My little dogs make little warm puddles…hehe. This is beautiful, Rose. Happy New Year! xo
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Lol! I hope the warm puddles aren’t on your rug. Happy 2017, Faith!! 💋
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Me too.
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READ to me!! Everyday. 🙂 Unabashedly beautiful, you. 🦋
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Aww, I’m swooning! Thank you 🙂 🐞
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🍎 🙃
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