Produced by Maine Poetry Central and Dennis Camire

This week’s poem by Doug Rawlings of Chesterville does a wonderful job juxtaposing aging and icicles.



For Rita Kimber

By Doug Rawlings


Riding in on this mid-January afternoon thaw

I find the sky mercilessly blue

and the porch just warm enough

to lounge in for a few sumptuous moments


I gaze at the barn across the way

through the lens of an icicle

holding its own between 

a dripping slow demise

and an urgency to hang on just a bit longer


The barn almost two hundred years old

still stands

The lounger into his seventh decade

still dreams


But we would be well served to heed

the lesson of the icicle

the most resplendent of us all

which just is

until it isn’t


Dennis Camire can be reached at dennis[email protected]

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