Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know. — Joseph Roux, Meditations of a Parish Priest
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession. — Robert Frost
Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry. — Gustave Flaubert

Sunday, August 2, 2009

~ Ice on my Window ~

World distorted in wonder
Whole new universe
Of form and colors
In icy veins and feathers
Illusions and dreams
Life force expanding
With temperature loss
Magical and cracking
God's fractal artwork
Frozen, yet dynamic

Ice on my Window

My hot breath
So vulnerable
Melted, destroyed

Water on my Sill

Clean Window
World Clarified
Blessed with Creation's
© Bobbie Sandlin
Playing. I found a picture of ice on a window, reminding me of fractal art.
I was playing with the concept of vulnerable. How we humans have a different take on beauty, as well as our power. Goofing off a bit lol. Part of One Single Impression: Window


floreta said...

very divine indeed and beautiful

SandyCarlson said...

Lovely when those patterns that distract ultimately clear the window and clarify vision.

Jeeves said...


Sweetest in the Gale said...

Beautiful...I love the feathery look of ice in glass. So delicate and fragile!

totomai said...

fragile. liked the swirling of emotions

gabrielle said...

I love the delicate patterns of ice on glass. You captured the cycle so well: solid to liquid and ultimately to vapor and the return.

Lovely read.

Kathiesbirds said...

Well the photo goes perfectly with your poems. I so remember frosty windows like this when I was young. Our weather tight windows rarely allow this type of beauty or a view into this universe. I hope you keep on seeing a whole new world out your windows and may the fractuals dance forever for you!

Tammie Lee said...

yes a magical and vulnerable circle indeed.
The photo is extreme beauty.

Maggie said...


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