deepundergroundpoetry.com

the Arora Borealis

As it approached, a sense of wonderment arose  
that canvas was awash  
 it poured the incandescence from the pot  
all creatures stood transfixed  
in silhouette we stood  
not by cold, by pure amazement we were froze  
for that indelibility, see the sky in that matrix  
'twas on my bucket list, before my demise  
I beat my chest and screamed "I'm glad to be alive"  
 
Written by slipalong
Published | Edited 31st Oct 2022
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 0
comments 0 reads 222
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 6:33am by DamianDeadLove
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:51am by SweetKittyCat5
POETRY
Today 2:21am by moon_bather
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:10am by mysteriouslady
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:09am by mysteriouslady
POETRY
Today 00:08am by ajay