Ion Poem by Stan Petrovich

Ion



Cations anions
Come in strange colors
Unlike fermions
That are much duller

I would prefer this storm to be named Io
The priestess of Hera
Seen first as a moon by my hero Galileo
Bubbling with volcanoes everywhere

The system is quaking Chicago
Mean & fiercely marauding
It is both Io & Ion
Bursting forth plates distraughting

Very cold air is coming to me
It is a billion battles of will & wind
It is too close not to see
Coming down like a falling tree

I love the cold because it is better
Than the torrid heat
Blowing snow is a real go-getter
Coating terrain with white sheets

Glistening sheets I prefer to mirages
Like when I walked so thirsty in the desert
And insufferable was the heat in garages
And cold refreshment I imagined was pleasant

Cold refreshment is so pleasant

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Poetheart Morgan 06 January 2014

I agree with you Stan, better cold than torrid heat! ! ! ! ! You describe this storm not like in Heracles, violently, but almost like a friend yours. Beautiful

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Melissa Robinson 06 January 2014

Reading this poem is like looking at a picture. great piece.

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Stan Petrovich

Stan Petrovich

Fort Riley, KS
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