The Northern Lights
A famous dance in the Arctic Sky
Under the northern sky, there’s a show
A famous dance of vibrant light
In perfect rhythm, they ebb and flow
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A spectacular phenomenon you may know
Green and purple paint a mystical sight
A force of nature with a heavenly glow
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Like cosmic ribbons tied in a bow
This celestial event is a divine rite
Weaving organic magic to and fro
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Elevated on it’s high plateau
It turns the sky into a celestial sprite
Whispering legends of long ago
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Its hues shift like a kaleidoscope
An ethereal blush that burns bright
Making the stars want to elope
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Under the northern sky, there’s a show
One you’ll only ever see at night
A spectacular phenomenon you may know
The aurora borealis is now aglow
About the Creator
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I have a few stories and poems inside me that I want to share. Maybe, if I'm lucky, they'll reach people who'll enjoy them. 📖
A Letter to the Firestarter
Dear Firestarter, We can all see you, we've been watching you since you began. In case you didn't know we were here before you and we will be here after. We witnessed your rise, your setbacks, your guilt and your lies. We witnessed you start the fire.
By Donny Foley8 days ago in Poets
Why Black History Matters in America?
The United States of America is celebrating their 250th anniversary in 2026. I'm proud to be an American and as someone who was born here, I wouldn't imagine myself living anywhere else. This is a country where opportunities are possible. Where anyone can be successful in anything they desire to do. Equality, community, and togetherness are the backbones of what America is and should be about. However, we have an administration who wants to erase and disregard those who have made positive, meaningful impacts in our country, specifically Black figures, such as Martin Luther King, Jr., Rosa Parks, and Maya Angelou. President Trump and his administration have been constantly complaining and fighting against what they call the "Woke agenda". They use this excuse as a distraction from other issues they refuse to address, such as the high cost of living, climate change, and inflation. That equality is dividing America, when in reality, it's bringing us together. Being woke is not tied to a specific political party. No matter where you stand on the political spectrum, you can still care about other people and their plights. Compassion and empathy for others isn't tied to a political party, either. We were taught as children to treat others the way we want to be treated and not judge others because they're different from us. Caring about others isn't a personal attack on your beliefs. It doesn't make you any less of a person. People who are easily offended over African American figures, past or present, or anything related to it, are grasping at straws. Current and future generations need to know who people like Harriet Tubman and Shirley Chisholm were, especially in the classroom. Black History is part of American History. It should be recognized, not hidden or forgotten. Besides, you can't shield children from everything, just because your feelings are easily hurt.
By Mark Wesley Pritchard 5 days ago in The Swamp
Comments (7)
In South Dakota we used to be able to see the Northern Lights frequently, though not with the spectacular ebb & flow (the dance) in more northern climes. Beautiful poem, worthy of their wonder.
This is such a celebration of "The Northern Lights" which sadly, I will most likely never get to enjoy. Instead, I regularly gaze upon "The Southern Cross". "Its hues shift like a kaleidoscope An ethereal blush that burns bright Making the stars want to elope"... so playful.
Hey Brin, I saw this poem and it seemed like a rip-off of your poem. I'll let you decide. The link is in the comment below:
"Like cosmic ribbons tied in a bow"- a nice trope! Have you ever seen this celestial performance live?
This is beautiful and love how you incorporated elements of dance and really made us all want to watch the Nothern Lights.
Ooh, I want to SEE it!
Cosmic ribbons tied in a bow. I loved that line the most. Your imageries were so vivid and evocative! Such a magical poem!