The Capture
An ice crystal begins
high in the clouds
a freezing water droplet
attaching to a dust particle
as it falls back to earth
water vapor freezes
building the six arms of the snowflake
no two are alike
as they plummet
towards my open mouth
where the new snowflake
the color of water
melts on my tongue
tasting of ozone and triumph.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Source of photo: Alexey Kljatov, animation by me.
This is a “found poem” where I took a part of something I found and used it in a new poem. Yesterday was the first day of spring but some aren’t feeling it yet as the snow sticks around. Written for the prompt color with my friends at Poets United.
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‘ozone and triumph’ – Wonderful description, Bekkie. I wonder if that’s the draw for one of my dogs – constantly eating snow and chomping on ice.
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Who knows what’s in the minds of dogs? Lol!
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Love it. Though it made me shudder.
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Some people are grossed out by the thought of eating snow. Thank you for visiting!
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The colour of water… which is the colour of everything else..!!!
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Thank you!
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It’s a beautful image you’ve made from the words you found. Where did you find them? (I suspect some source more drily scientific than what you turned it into.)
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You are so right and it still sounds a little stiff but I tried. I do like “found poetry,” I think it’s a fun form. When I was looking at images I found the article on how snowflakes are made.
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Yes, I love found poetry too, but seldom seem to find suitable sources. Maybe I’m looking in the wrong places! I think your write is magical … but maybe science is magical, too, really. 🙂
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I miss snowfall too remembering childhood winters in Europe but I also remember how cold I was too and happy to say “Been there, done that!”
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I’m with you! Living in the Bay Area we are blessed with pretty warm winters without snow. Thanks!
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“as they plummet / towards my open mouth”…Cool 🙂
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Thank you, Sumana!
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A snowflake is magical. Nice poem.
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Thank you!
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Snowflakes are a beautiful thing… except after 5 months of winter… 🙂
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I hear you there, Robert. I used to live in the Mid-West it takes forever for spring.
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You make us see the invisible. Wow.
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I never thought of it that way, but you’re right, Susan!
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Luv the snowflakes journey of triumph
Happy you dropped by my blog today
Much🌼love
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Thanks, Gillena. I don’t have as much time to write now but I’m trying.
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I love “the color of water melts on my tongue”.
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Thank you, Sherry!
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That snowflake’s journey is profound. Love the animation 😊
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Thank you, Vivian!
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