Toddler’s rosy ice-cold cheeks.
Zooming, bumping down icy hills
on cafeteria-trays as sleds.
Crack-the-whip flying on ice skates.
Chocolate ganache, icing supreme,
marguerita on the rocks, please.
Icicle turrets on snow castles,
I scream for ice cream.
Smiling me,
at a list like this.
Written for Quadrille Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today Mish asks us to include the word “ice” or a form of the word, in our poem of exactly 44 words, sans title. Image by annca from Pixabay
lillian the home poet 
What a lovely, cheerful, life-enhancing list poem! All the very best frozen things.
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A lovely stream of consciousness list of iciness, Lill! I love the rush of excitement in the sledding and skating. I smiled at ‘I scream for ice cream’ and now I have that song in my head.
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All the best parts of ice… love it, and want that good ice in life.
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Nice list poem, Lillian!
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Your streaming thoughts reminded me of “these are a few of my favourite things”. Wonderful.
Cafeteria trays as sleds?? I thought I’d traveled down snowy hills on every imaginable object….haha! Love it.
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You have such happy ice!
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I love it. Your list of icy things brought back good memories.
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Nicely icy, Lillian
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Margarita on the rocks works for me.
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Such fun imagery. Margarita dreams for me, now.
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Such a fun list, Lillian ❤
~David
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Such a joyous steam–you capture the warmth of winter.
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An icy delight! 🙂
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Delightful!
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Thanks for the glorious reminder of my winter memories. Icy margarita, please.
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