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The Icicles Games

1/8/2025

 
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​The IcicIe Games
by Christy Weisiger

Icicles raced 

down bare branches
in crystal sneakers.

When they reached
their marks 
on the bark,
they dropped--
suspended--
and held a solid chin up
through the night.

Growing light 
and building heat
depleted 
those dangling
athletes
until, 
one
by 
one, 
dripping 
with sweat,
they released
their grips
and plummeted 
to the snowy ground,
shattering PR’s.

​Good-bye for now to shiny, dripping, falling icicles! Happy Wednesday!

MisunderSTOOD

1/7/2025

 
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​​MisunderSTOOD
by Christy Weisiger

Hello? Down here! We’d like a word--    
our list of gripes is long.            
As feet, we feel we’ve been unheard,    
your view of us is wrong!            

Why blame us for your lack of nerve?        
Perhaps your HANDS are cold!            
We’re vital, vigorous, have verve!        
You stand on us. We’re bold!            

And if you hem and haw all day,    
it’s not because we drag.
We kick the ball and dance ballet,
run races and play tag.

You can’t be dead and on your feet--    
decide which of the two.        
If you’re exhausted, take a seat,    
if dead…then we’re dead, too.    

We’re tired of being second-string--    
that role is unfulfilling.            
A handstand may be just the thing    
to grant us our TOP BILLING.

ABAB (rhyme scheme), iambic meter, mask poem and a fun play on feet idioms!

​Happy Tuesday!
​

The Most Wander-ful Snowflake

1/6/2025

 
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The Most Wander-ful Snowflake!
by Christy Weisiger

A winter storm!
, the forecast teased.        

The girl looked up and sighed.        
She couldn't spot a single flake        
no matter how she tried.            

A crystal formed within the clouds--        
the falling snowflake grew.            
It wandered toward the waiting girl     
as if, somehow, it knew…

She stomped her feet and pumped her arms.    
She snow-danced till she dropped. 
She raised her face and scanned the skies…
A snowflake! Her eyes POPPED!

The flurry found the girl! She cheered
and bolted to her feet.
She caught the snowflake on her tongue--
its journey was complete.

​Happy Snow Day, Virginia!

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