Category Archives: cosmology

Glint

Pregnant nebula, embryo stars,
ragged incandescences torn apart
as plasma  bursts from stellar birth.
Deep within amid writhing gas
a glint, metallic gleam,
foreign shapes moving to gravity’s dance,
hulls laced in ancient disaster.
Who, what and why
lost to space-time.
Those who died here
infinitesimally disassociating
stripping to molecular debris
amino acids seeding new planetary nebulae.

Rebirthed on a moon near you.

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Glint’ was first published in Trouble Among the Stars Issue 3

The beginning of all understanding

Darkness born from darkness
the beginning of all understanding
            Tao te Ching, John H. McDonald, trans.

 

On an night when all possibilities seem open
when hills and towns and roads
dance and roll in my headlights
I muse on the dance of Higgs Bosons
across seeming emptinesses
matter forming and reforming
in deep space and time
in the most primeval dark

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Glory

And we stand upon this globe
Asking of the Universe
What?
Recognition?
Salvation?
Whatever you please
In it’s glory
(Shown by our ingenuity and craft
As we build orbital telescopes)
The Universe does not need us
Unless as an observer
Are we here simply to watch?
Look up, look up
Glory awaits

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Time in the dark

Born not in darkness but in a glory of light
glowing plasma heralding
time to come.
Wrapped in dust, avidly gravitating
acquiring debris, gathering and heating
shaping, moulding
to planetary status.

Time builds further complexities
molecular forms, moving, reproducing
that bloom in awareness
become intelligences
who eventually come to know
that stars are
born not in darkness but in a glory of light.

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

We are Stardust

Orbital telescopes send home images
nebulae, glowing with colour
last remnants of fat, dying, exploded stars
lingering across the night sky
lighted by millennia old catastrophe

They are where the magic happens
atoms forged in burnt out stars
a deathbed bequest that has made us all

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

The world within #poem #poetry

We are the body electric
Our cells sense differences
In the electricities around us

We are multitudes
blood containing cells
from parents and children

And yes, children, we are stardust
billions of stars died three times over
to make our atoms

Poetry and wonder
is our very
existence

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Two Beacons

Two lights gleam equally across the snow
The traveller hesitates which way to go . . .
One is a cottage lamp; the other ray
A world four hundred million miles away.

 by Theodore Stephanides, who should be familiar to all who love Gerald Durrell‘s “My Family and other Animals”. Theodore was a polymath—-both Doctor and aquatic biologist, and he wrote wonderful poetry.

Wrecks

In the dew-drop abyss near
Wrecks of molecules appear;
In the far abyss of the sky
Wrecks of outworn  worlds  drift by…
But in the protean abyss of the soul
Wrecks of motes and universes roll.

by Theodore Stephanides, who should be familiar to all who love Gerald Durrell‘s “My Family and other Animals”. Theodore was a polymath, and wrote wonderful poetry.

Brief bloom

We are a brief bloom
On the fragile skin
Of a molten body
Encircling a massive furnace

We are a blossoming of sentience
With encrusted technologies
Craving wonder, hoping for company
Seeking knowledge and excitement

We truly are stardust
Our bodies built from atoms
Forged in successive stellar explosions
We crave the glories of the Universe

We are Human

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Re-blogged from last year

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https://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap160510.html