Auroral Psychogenesis

Auroral Psychogenesis

A Poem by DoormanDan

In our searches for a new sense of success and beauty, we can sometimes forget the success and beauty we already have.

Auroral Psychogenesis

Trapped in our prosaic pondering
Of whether we should abandon Alchemy,
And acquiesce the gold we're dreaming
About is an extrasolar fantasy,
Forget so often we our own glittering beauty.

Aurora Borealis, Beloved Psychogenesis,

From sepulchral snow-dunes we all stare,
Awed by your billowing and brilliant flair,
But frostbitten by your glacial glare,
As you refuse to sink lower in the air

And warm this scalding chill choking our lungs.
For what reason do you choose to shun us
When we continue to cry out so much?
Can you not hear our souls freezing over,
Or do you just not care whatsoever?

Aurora Borealis, Beloved Psychogenesis,

We're searching for our Magnetic Norths
To generate s Saharan sense of worth,
And thaw this pernicious permafrost
That has left us feeling lorn, listless, and lost.

We shiver, shake, and blame our failures
On ourselves because we cannot endure
The fury of the benumbing blizzards
Conjured by life's Siberian maelstroms,
When we should just be proud of how far we've come.

(Why am I never good enough?)
This mercurial nightglow,
(Where is the ending that I've sought?)
Weeping carmine as it flows,
(I'm wandering without compass!)
Is empty, but not yet hollow!
(But I still refuse to give up!)
Aurora Borealis,
(I'll change the failure I've become)
You are your own Polaris,
(With the light of the Midnight Sun!)

Performing minuets with Morose Metamorphosis.

Prosaic - lacking poetic beauty, unromantic, commonplace
Acquiesce - accept something reluctantly but without protest
Extrasolar - Found or taking place outside the solar system
Psychogenesis - the psychological reason behind a mental illness or behavioral disturbance
Magnetic North - where the needle of a compass will point at default in response to Earth's magnetic field.  Is different from "True North" because Earth's magnetic field shifts over time
Sepulchral - gloom, dismal
Pernicious - having a harmful effect, especially in a gradual or subtle way
Lorn - lonely and abandoned; forlorn
Benumbing - deprive of physical or emotional feeling
Mercurial - subjected to sudden or unpredictable changes of mood or mind
Carmine - a vivid crimson color
Midnight Sun - the sun when seen at midnight during the Summer in either the Arctic or Antarctic Circle
Morose - sullen and ill-tempered

© 2018 DoormanDan

Author's Note

Man, it's been quite a while since I've written pure poetry, and I've sure missed it. I haven't had so much fun writing something in probably around five months! Also, I haven't put so much research time into a single piece for a very long time either (I did some research on Astrological meanings, vocabulary words, and other cultural meanings with many of the aspects of this piece). I was inspired to write this by my own, frequent frustration with myself for not succeeded in some are of my life. I tried my best to steer clear of 100% cliche territory, but I'm probably a bit rusty when it comes to originality at this point (hardly ever write these days and whatnot), so it is what it is. Anyway, tell me what you think, and don't be afraid to be honest (even if it's brutal honesty). The only way for a writer to continue to grow is through brutal honesty, and I want to continue to grow. Until next time! :)

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To be honest, I never spent any time pondering anything like this. I was more into full-on action, moving straight ahead, seizing whatever opportunities may come. But I have a cousin who is obsessed with such analysis & he's taken a ton of classes, written 20-pg essays that he always asks me to read (even tho he wouldn't change anything, he's so hellbent when he's on a manic tear). Your poem kinda reminds me of that . . . (my cousin has multiple doctorates from Stanford, so his writing is fairly stilted & analytical, with a smidgen of self-righteousness). I can see how someone with the background you describe in your author's notes would be highly stoked to craft a piece like this -- altho I must say that it's more for your own edification than it would be as a piece someone might read for entertainment or relaxation. The last questioning stanza is by far the best, becuz it feels like you've let go of your heavy-handed word-crafting & just let go on some gut-level stuff. I don't think the cerebral or the gut-level is better or worse. I'm just giving you an idea what reading this felt like. It's clearly your authentic style of writing & you have full command over the mechanics, so there's really no need to change anything *smile* Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


3 Years Ago

You pretty much nailed it. Writing for me has always been a fun past time. I write my things how I.. read more
My lord Dan. You open the door to a thousand questions with this poem. I had to read a few times. I did like it.
"We're searching for our Magnetic Norths
To generate s Saharan sense of worth,
And thaw this pernicious permafrost
That has left us feeling lorn, listless, and lost."
The above lines stood out to me. Men never feel content. Always want more and more. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.

Posted 3 Years Ago


3 Years Ago

Your words flatter me, Coyote. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this multiple times ( .. read more
Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

I liked the poem my friend and you are welcome.
my friend... brutally honest, I think most people will not comment because your poem is too complicated with complicated words. Why not try again in simpler terms where we don't have to reach for the dictionary.

Said in good faith because I know your poetry is good, it just needs a bit of unravelling :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


3 Years Ago

Ha, I can definitely understand that! :) I sincerely appreciate the honesty (there's not enough of .. read more

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Added on March 28, 2018
Last Updated on June 14, 2018
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