Tag Archives: philosophy

Angels and salamanders

Most people prefer angels to salamanders as symbols of the inspirational, although one is surely as wondrous as the other.”

Margaret Atwood

http://movies2.nytimes.com/books/97/05/18/bookend/bookend.html

 

I’m sure there’s a poem in here somewhere, waiting to get out…..

Advertisements

Poetry versus Fiction

“….with a lyric poem, you look, and meditate, and put the rock back. With fiction you poke things with a stick to see what will happen.”

Margaret Atwood

http://movies2.nytimes.com/books/97/05/18/bookend/bookend.html

…although I would argue that good Speculative Poetry does poke about with a stick……

Poetry and poems

Linguistic music, patternings, rhymes
Representations of being
A beautiful sunset
Snapshots of souls, of lives
Illumination, aliveness
Waves crashing on a beach
Poems about real life
Poems made out of nothing
Moonlight over mountains
The despair and anger of these days
All belong to poetry
Now, as ever

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Inspired by an interview with the poet https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henri_Cole“>Henri Cole and written in response to those who think poems about nature and family are irrelevant and unpublishable.

Poem: Nebula

Words cannot encompass this nebulaic magnificence
Glowing dust hides star birth from prying eyes
Stars that dwarf our own mother sun lurk in clouds lit by particle winds
Radiation surges and particle winds sculpt huge gas pillars
Gas that has fed billowing pregnant clouds and grown embryo stars
Glows in colours beyond our eyes capacity to see
This beauty has travelled for almost seven millennia to achieve our orbit
Photons radiating away from the stellar birthing place
Those remaining after absorption and reflection losses are here
Now washing our instruments with glory
Now humbling our eyes with truth

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Inspired by February 5th Picture of the Day: http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap160205.html

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

The Art of Living

The art of living appears to be in accepting the inevitable
Negotiating a peace with oneself
Making a treaty with the world
And then becoming free to really live

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

First blogged in 2016.

“The art of living lies less in eliminating our troubles than in growing with them.”
― Bernard M. Baruch
From http://dailyinspiration.me/

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.

Space Within

Considering the expanding universe and ultimate cooling, I pause
remembering photos of star birth amid nebulosity,
nuclear furnaces blossoming.

Telescopes in orbit or secluded in foreign deserts
produce pictures in lights we cannot see
show immensities in glorious un-colours.

In the back garden, I look up, past scudding clouds,
watch coloured pinpricks arrayed over black sky
with occasional satellites twinkling by beneath.

Feeling the breeze, green with trees, redolent with life
thinking of all those things we cannot see
here and all the way up there.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond