Sonnet 69: Northern Lights Poem by David Wood

Really like this, a wonderful poem, the Northern lights certainly do shine bright. A great write.

I always say she is more fun when she is mad.

Among the most common forms of poetry through the ages is the sonnet, which by the 13th century was a poem of fourteen lines following a set rhyme scheme and logical structure. By the 14th century, the form further crystallized under the pen of Petrarch, whose sonnets were later translated in the 16th century by Sir Thomas Wyatt, who is credited with introducing the sonnet form into English literature.[96] A sonnet's first four lines typically introduce the topic. A sonnet usually follows an a-b-a-b rhyme pattern. The sonnet's conventions have changed over its history, and so there are several different sonnet forms. Traditionally, in sonnets English poets use iambic pentameter, the Spenserian and Shakespearean sonnets being especially notable.[97] In the Romance languages, the hendecasyllable and Alexandrine are the most widely used meters, though the Petrarchan sonnet has been used in Italy since the 14th century.[98] Sonnets are particularly associated with love poetry, and often use a poetic diction heavily based on vivid imagery, but the twists and turns associated with the move from octave to sestet and to final couplet make them a useful and dynamic form for many subjects.[99] Shakespeare's sonnets are among the most famous in English poetry, with 20 being included in the Oxford Book of English Verse.[100] Shi

Those Northern lights are so clear, crisp and bright And casting a shadow on the landscape Are like your sweet love on a soft warm night That so lightens the veil of nights dark cape. A beautiful stanza! A wonderful comparison! !

now when love flashes like the northern lights sparks may well fly and there may well be fights. good quote.

now when love flashes like the northern lights sparks may well fly and there may well be fights. good quote.

But will your love fade like the Northern lights Love must be unfading. Beautifully expressed.

In a world filled with changes each and every day.. I feel I’m being judged for what I do n say.. I remember back to Barbies and play days at the park.. When I didn’t worry about other people’s remarks.. Now lookin in the mirror I see to my surprise.. A completely different person staring in my eyes.. The care free little girl I saw at 4 and 5.. Is now becoming a teen.. Just trying to survive.

The comparison of the Northern Lights to her love is quite inspiring, David!