Smell (an acrostic poem)

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Stench of burnt sugar permeated the kitchen,

Making the smoke detector chime in with its opinion on the situation.

Everyone came running in to see what happened.

Lee just shrugged and put the butter away in the fridge.

Looks like they would have to settle for plain ice cream, and that just stinks!

Slip (an acrostic poem)

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Sliding down the road

Looking for traction among the glittering ice

Invoking different deities for divine intervention

Pounding to a stop in a snowbank ends the wild ride

Cider (an acrostic poem)

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Cold pressed apple fluids left outside in a large jug

In the dead of winter the water freezes on top

Driving the flavor into a more concentrated solution below

Each time the blah ice is then removed and the process repeats over and over for months

Rewarded finally with a fermented drink that tasted of sunny autumn days and patience

Cube (an acrostic poem)

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Cognac on the rocks was her drink of choice

Until about three in the morning, then she would bounce to bourbon

Both ice cold, just like the blood in her veins

Especially as she tossed the dice one last time with everything on the line.

Reading the Ice Cubes (a 50 word story)

Kevin stared at the ice cubes at the bottom of his bourbon glass trying to ascertain what they told about his future.  He thought he could hear them predict he would be in a world of hurt in the morning.  He decided they were truly psychic and poured himself another.

 

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Snowday (an acrostic poem)

Shivering, watching the ice crystals dance

No way I was going outside in that

Ordinarily, the precipitation wouldn’t be that bad

What was bad was the bundled cold with it

Deathly wind chill well below what was safe

And so I will sit here by the fire

Yet I know soon the white stuff will need to be shoveled

 

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Soul (an acrostic poem)

Sounds escaped the sax that built a castle of blue ice

Over that the horns mourned the loss of innocence

Until the drums came in, then picked up the tempo

Letting everything melt into an ecstasy of melody

 

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Trust Me (an acrostic poem)

Testing the ice, Margo tapped the surface while holding onto the rail

Realizing imminent doom was not forthcoming she took a small step

Utilizing her amazing reflexes, she managed not to hit her head as she flipped

Steve stifled a laugh till he asked if she was okay as he reached out to help

Taking his hand, she pulled him down next to her.  Margo preferred ice sitting

 

Making a show of it, Steve stood back up and held out his hand

Even though she wanted to pull him again, Margo didn’t.  She was rewarded with a kiss