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Wednesday, March 30, 2011


An aurora is a natural light display in the sky, particularly in the polar regions, caused by the collision of charged particles directed by the Earth's magnetic field. An aurora is usually observed at night and typically occurs in the ionosphere. It is also referred to as a polar aurora or, collectively, as polar lights.

These phenomena are commonly visible between 60 and 72 degrees north and south latitudes, which place them in a ring just within the Arctic and Antarctic polar circles.[citation needed] Auroras do occur deeper inside the polar regions, but these are infrequent and often invisible to the naked eye.

However, this celestial event beyond our ability to create, to produce human beings, so majestic art exhibition because of its greatness in its deepest sense.
In this poem trying to offer a tribute to our capacity to wonder at an event of this magnitude subliminal.


They call you phenomena, I call you essence.
They define you as luminescence, I call you omnipresence
They have seen you in the north, I see you always in my heart.

Omnipresent lighthouse
sieve that catches only light stars,
only essence.

Eyes that peeks into the abyss
of nocturnal loneliness.
Signal sinless perfection.

Daughter of the solar wind that poses,
with its orbit spirals,
in the quiet atmosphere of the night,
and touch the sensitive alone time.

Aurora borealis is your name,
I call you faith, love,
Perfection, caress.

Debrah Riddleton

Friday, March 11, 2011


Many of us have enjoyed a rainy morning, some in the big city, others in the field or in the mountains. What about those rainy summer afternoons pregnant continuing to make us run and jump in the puddles in our wake.

I am m sure more than a smile flowed from our lips, the product of a wonderful moment in our hearts.
I can not imagine a world without rain, without the torrential downpour that fill us with joy through one of the most sensational cycles of life.

I hope that both be agree on some word, in any line of this poem, but if not, at least in some thought about this wonder of nature.


In this poem I turn to God through one of its most beautiful natural forms: Rain.

Let me look you through your rain falls,
a single moment,
a flash of time,
and then, when it shines the rainbow,
I remember where it flows the light of a star.

Let me feel you through the fog that remains,
like veil of silk
blowing in the wind,
and then the breeze in our face,
tell us the secrets of the true sun.

River of life becomes in lights in the sky,
furtive diamonds,
audacious enchanting,
wrap me in waves of your peace, which,
if I close my eyes ... I fall asleep.

Debrah Riddleton