Ice Sculptures Poem by White Tiger

Ice Sculptures



Cutting and shaping
Part by part
A meaningless piece of ice
Molded into art

It seems like you're traveling
Back in time
Molding an ice age
Into modern time

Working in a cold room
Day and night
To produce a sculpture
With see through light

Dreams of fancy
Carved in ice
A finished sculpture
With a priceless price.


C. Vergara
02.13.2012

Saturday, September 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: artistic work
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