Powerful magnetic forces tangled
in the solar wind, fracture and shatter
then rejoin with vengeance till flares, mangled
and twisted in bits of stellar matter,
pop-off on the solar surface. It’s jazz
played with frenzied brutality. It’s twitching
epileptically toward the poles. Viewed as
dynamic motions, it keeps enriching
catastrophic solar events. The sun
is miasmic. It is a complex beast.
It churns and quivers. It stops for no one.
A ball of hydrogen, to say the least!
Fluids ebb and flow on a disc shaped star,
materials suddenly fling out far.
The Sun is a seething ball of ionized gas, called plasma, and has very complex magnetic fields that interact with this plasma. The Solar activity impacts the magnetic fields of the Earth. It also has significant influence on Earth’s weather.
The picture comes from:
on 183rd with a dozen spray paint cans:
blues of all moods, an orange and pink,
a mean type of brown (it’s a bit like red ink)
he announced a band, from a time long ago
when rebels rejected old middle class views
when jazz was exciting (only politics made the news)
he drew a motif on cold urban bricks
to soften the hardness of the dullest of greys
and brighten up anxiety, driven, sad mournful days
no one had noticed (it’s another city wall)
the metropolean sounds blocked out the sights
thus, his artwork just faded into a lonely black night
Here’s another “One Stop Poetry Challenges.” This time I’m writing in response to the graffiti art page:
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