Solar Wind

If the time is right 
the solar wind 
              will come forth
   from the sun
 Bringing with it blazing heat
and leaving a trail of smoke 
      and fire 
    in its wake 
We are here for a short 
    span of time
The sun has exsisted for 
       billions of years
   But will eventually burn out
     There are other suns 
      Other solar systems
We cling to our precarious 
        situation
While stars are born
  and stars die
    We must plan 
for the future
       for generations to come
will face a cold, barren planet
        circling a dying star
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Dietrich Avatar
March 31, 2010 at 4:03 PM
I like this one, Matt. It's always a pleasure reading your poetry. LUv, andrea
Johnson Avatar
August 10, 2009 at 8:43 AM
This poem gives us a lot to think about for us and for those who follow. I hope there are some greater minds than mine to figure it out.Thanks for your ocmments on my poetry. Love, Joyce
Devonshire Avatar
August 8, 2009 at 1:26 PM
You bet, Matthew! In fact, my novel about Atlantis begins with a family fleeing a planet with a sun going nova. We are wise to remember that everything is finite! Positively brilliant poem! (I am still moving and will be for weeks, but I had to visit the Soup. Missed you!) Love, Carolyn
Dvorkis Avatar
August 6, 2009 at 8:01 AM
also 'Get a Grip' is my haunted poem, although if there's a contest for it I didn't see it in the contest list. I just thought we were playing poets' tag and I was it.
Dvorkis Avatar
August 6, 2009 at 7:49 AM
great write. very fun to read. everytime I watch a nova special on the history channel on the universe at some point the inevitable apocalypse comes up, the end of days scheduled for either when the sun dies, the galaxy dies, or the univerxse dies from being ripped apart by dark energy. I laugh every time they try to get me to fear an event that's billions of years in the future, as if this actually effects me in some way:)
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