inspired by the Carrington Event
Woke in the night the air so still I lost my belief
where are the big winds suppose to rile these sands
of southwest Arizona blowing out our visibility
insomnia kept me listening craving the predictable
after hours of tossing and some reading
shattering conviction that the storm had come
Where are the big winds suppose to rile these sands
hold up in a villa in Deming i wait it out
insomnia kept me listening craving the predictable
pine wood boards cover the ceiling each knot like a sunspot
shattering conviction that the storm had come
swirling gases of hydrogen and helium ready to flare
pine wood boards cover the ceiling each knot like a sun spot
even they become predictable from prominences and filaments
swirling gases of hydrogen and helium ready to flare
from millions of miles away an aurora borealis is born
even they become predictable from prominences and filaments
we marvel at the beauty of it all
from millions of miles away an aurora borealis is born
sleepless night laid reading about the Carrington Event
we marvel at the beauty of it all
beautiful auroras that spanned into the Caribbean
sleepless night laid reading about the Carrington Event
when the sun touched the earth the newspapers said
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dVerse prompt to write a pantoum of which I took some poetic license
wordshophop 
Poetic license indeed–and a fine job with it. Even writing to a form, there is room for cleverness and creativity. I liked this; it had scope and bite, stretching the parameters to a vast canvas; smile
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Thanks, it is fun to pull out one’s poetic license.
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i have never been in a solar storm, but your description in the poem was so vivid and tangible
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Big, bold, and wonderful!
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