Friday, January 27, 2012

The Lights

the faraway sun calms
from its day of storms
and the crystalline heavens
glint in the blackest cold

Aurora could be the words
to ignite overhead
I could burn to surf
the Borealis

you might look up
at the blue curiosity
or question my green

you might even stop
or remember to forget
all the silent reasons
to recall me


Lee said...

I love the pic - I love your words. Thx for always feeding my soul~.

SzélsőFa said...

in my interpretation the phenomenon is the one here who speaks to the reader - i like it. :)

once i've read here that you sometimes start writing by compiling words (or was it verbs?) that you need to convey your meaning and after that, you write the piece. i think i sense this method here quite well, but whatever, i could be totally wrong about it here as well :)

just one more thing: i wonder if you actually did see aurora borealis? :)

February Grace said...

So lovely. And saw amazing footage of this on the news last night and was just awestruck. Your words do justice to the wonder.


Anonymous said...

Lee, :) The picture started as ocean surf before I Photoshopped the heck out of it.

Szelsofa, before I join the choir invisible, I want to see the aurora. Once in a while, it happens as far south as I am, but not often. As of yet, I haven't seen it yet, but yes, the poem was inspired by the recent solar storm.

Bru, I'm not entirely sure why I have such a fixation on the northern lights. ...okay, I just thought about it. I think it's because it joins both sides of me, the rational/scientific and the idealist/artist. It represents both worlds coming together when they normally exist apart. The relative rarity adds to the mystique.