~ Ocean ~

A world of salty liquid incubating life's diversity.
Many species, some yet to be discovered, swim and dance in her depths.
The bloodstream and life force is flowing currents of temperature extremes.
Her heartbeat is captured in the symphony of whale and dolphin songs.
Their sweet melodies vibrate and bounce across her rocky cavities.
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She's cold and crushing at her deepest, yet her mystery comes alive.
In her deepness live the rule breakers, so delicate and luminous.
Her inner fire and anger agitates as she transforms through time.
Inner strength, inner shell, much of which no man will ever see or touch.
Victims of explorations, undiscovered secrets we've yet to find.
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Her body heat fuels life's tempests, but she'll take the wind out of your sails.
Her pulse is the schools of life that migrate and toothed warriors on patrol.
Wisdom she's acquired is shared by the great sage of the sea, the whale.
She talks to us in the rolls of the waves, kisses us with salty spray.
Her heavenly body beckons the moon who tunes her tides without fail.
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Taking the notion, waves lap at your feet...warm, wet sand between your toes.
Edge of something huge...connected...this continent, you, and the ocean.
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© Bobbie Sandlin
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One Single Impression: Ocean Tried something a little different. This is in American Sentence style, though not perfect lol. 17 syllables per line. It took a while with it, but this was fun.

~ 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
Creation
So vulnerable
Melted, destroyed

Water on my Sill

Clean Window
World Clarified
Blessed with Creation's
Circle
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© Bobbie Sandlin
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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

Photo: Ice needles in the window: Marika_te

~ Dance ~

My heart pounds in wanting
Body pulses with the beat
Love drunk in delirium
You are not just a dream

My mouth so tongue tied
Beads of sweat on my skin
I lust just to tangle
With you in naked sin

Here I am captured
In your eyes, so blue
Full of promise and mystery
I'm forever part of you

I fantasize our future
I do's and rocking chairs
I can't breathe, I feel faint
In this electrically charged air

With that devastating smile
Your window, your chance
You ask, "Hey, where's your friend?
I want to ask her to dance!"

Love turns to hate
I glare daggers and fire
I reply "She's just out fulfilling
your best friend's desires."

You then flip me off
Walk away in disgust
My mind is not finished
With this thing I called "us"

My mind then visualizes
"Us" on a fifth floor
We argue and fight
We cuss and slam doors

I then scream and shove
Out the window you fly
Broken glass, sweet effects
Better than any stunt guy

But before you smack pavement
I'm jolted back with his hand
And your friend's gorgeous smile
Asking me for a dance
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© Bobbie Sandlin
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Yes, I'm goofy today lol.
For One Single Impression: Window

~ Fragrance of Wisdom ~

The scent of history,
trapped between aged pages of books
and layers of time ravaged paper scrolls

Fingertips marvel at the frays
and battle scars of words guardians
Rough cloth and leather bound
Musty, antique aroma and dust fills the nostrils
as pages are flipped through, some eager
to turn, others reluctant to unveil
Typed words in straight margins
inviting the eyes into their story
Worn, creased corners mark journey's long gone
juicy revelations that beckoned
the reader, reluctant to stop
Exploring novel ideas, romance,
philosophies, and the mysteries of life

The rolled parchment
tarnished, and dyed in faded browns
by the demands of millenniums passing
Some torn and tattered
Others seemingly untouched
Creaking and moaning when revealing
Archaic rough script writings, of
past scribes, eager to share
the secrets of their time
The rolls, voice of the ancients
Tantalizing language and codes
The incense of deserted knowledge
consumes the air in their presence

The fragrance of wisdom
The visual spice to our eyes
For our minds, hungry to learn, must seek
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© Bobbie Sandlin
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For this weeks prompt: fragrance. I was on the fence, and then in conversation tonight with a friend, she said something not even related to this, and the picture of old books flashed in my mind. I had to open a document and write it down really quick before I lost it.

~ The Voices... ~

Inwardly the critic
Opinionated through and through
My inner voice conflicted
But what's a girl to do?

They say you're fine conversing
If yourself, you do not answer
Well give this girl the bestest meds
'Cause me, myself do banter

Left brain, right brain disagree
The logic and abstract clash
People stare, start whispering
As I verbally kick my ass

My inner voice will try and soothe
"Just breathe and let it go"
I frown, not having none of that
It physically comes to blows

Two black eyes, a fat lip too
I knock myself to the floor
I scream "Say Uncle, admit defeat!"
My inner voice jeers and yells "More!"

I pummel and hit, start seeing stars
Pretty colors and sparkling lights
People surround me, and some old fart
Waves down and tells me "Night Night!"

So now dear friends, here I lay
In this jacket I'm strapped, and I itch
Don't answer your evil little voices
I can't scratch, and it's really a bitch!

Told ya!
SHUT UP!!!
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~© Bobbie Sandlin~
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For OSI Prompt: Inner Voices. It's got some language to this, but it wouldn't be convincing with gosh and golly gee wiz. It started out as an enlightened poem. I had 10 stanzas, just word playing to get a feel and direction, and then a flow hit full blast and it turned into "Soul vs. World." So by the time I got done with it, I was goofy, kept thinking of my friend and conversations on inner voices (we have many an inside joke) lol. Then this poetry flowed from there.