Granite moon
Grey and old
Silent sentinel
Forever cold
Spinning orbit
Spiralling away
Shining ghostlike
At break of day
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Granite moon
Grey and old
Silent sentinel
Forever cold
Spinning orbit
Spiralling away
Shining ghostlike
At break of day
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
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
I’m very happy to tell you that my poem ‘Love of the Gods’ has been published in Eternal Haunted Summer Summer Solstice Issue 2019
The theme for this issue is The Planets and Stars. Please head over and check out a great issue…..
https://eternalhauntedsummer.com/issues/summer-solstice-2019/love-of-the-gods/
Deep in space-time, she awakes
throws off her mantle of gas
explodes onto the scene
young, hot
burning high
Accrues fans, slaves in her orbit
flares up occasionally
bloats as her diet changes,
sinks into middle age
ends catastrophically
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I am drenched in stars
spangled with worlds
in nebula spattered night
until bone cold moon
rises high
glints with laughter
sends me scattering
to the safety of shadows
and the long wait for
another dusk.
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
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
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
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Stars poured over sky
like water over stones
arcing through banks of vast dark.
An owl calls softly
so as to not break
the spell of night.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
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
Equations straggle across the blackboards
dance and shimmer
spill understanding and enlightenment
making the strange world of quantum
less of a confusement
less of a set of contradictory statements.
Now you see it now you don’t.
Was Schrödinger’s cat truly there/not there?
The equations say Yes
as they are folded into Hilbert space
and all becomes obvious.
Even to our post party undergraduate brains.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
……remembering back to University………