Tag Archives: Life

Light on water

Drifting away down
under a dread
uncertain future
drowning
you are the light
at the top
of the water

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

For all those helping us through lockdown

Light from the shadows

Green shoots spring up in fire scorched land
deep roots are not reached by fire or frost
life on our blue globe lurks far and wide
in caves and at ocean bottom
in chemical pools
in basalt rock
life stirs
grows

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Written in reponse to Earthweals challenge ‘Renewal’ at

https://earthweal.com/2020/02/03/weekly-challenge-renewal/

Please go and see what else is there!

It’s all geek to you

Sixty six thousand miles an hour she spins us around her
yet a layer of grey moistness
stops the Sun’s nuclear furnace from warming my bones
as I lie here on the garden deck
wrapped old lady like in fleece blanket
and suburban birdsong

Five hundred thousand miles an hour we all turn around
the black maw at galactic central
that swallows worlds and never enough
lunching on stellar archipelagoes
leading me to think of  Schwartzchild radii
and equations I once manipulated.

Faster than both, you fall through the front door
laughing over the factorisation error you made
in today’s school test.
Functionally innumerate, mathematically gifted,
golden, green eyed geek son of mine.

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

For my youngest son, 19 today, still a geek, soon to be an aerospace engineer.

This poem was written when he was still at school.

The Experiment

Some very interesting thoughts here from the Night Poet:

nightpoetry

“We are like butterflies that flutter for a day and think it is forever.”

– Carl Sagan ~

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in February 2020.


© 2020 nightpoet all rights reserved


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Desperate

We send robots to roam
neighbouring planets and moons
decades in the dark
searching, sensing, tasting
looking for life traces

Could it be Enceladus
where molecules spurt from
hidden ocean-slush
or indeed Mars, so dry
so near, so tantalising?

Will they succeed before
we destroy our lives
here on precious blue green Earth?
Before there is no one
to receive the news?

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Father And Son

Another wonderful poem from Glenys about family life. Do go and check out her poetry, she tells such great stories so well….

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On Christmas Day after
the excitement of presents
Dad lies on the living room floor
on his side, head on hand as
baby brother leans backwards
and forwards rocking to and fro
on his chubby bottom against
Dad’s stomach, absorbed in his
new playskool toy with a
rolling barrel, levers to push.

He thumps on one lever, laughs
at its loud ringing noise, stares
in fascination as the barrel rolls
and rings, thumps the lever again,
murmurs excitedly to himself.

Dad watches as baby brother
plays, grinning broadly at this
intent little fellow, so engrossed
in his fabulous new toy.

Previously posted March 2017

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