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Clumsy, wavering shaky plod,
stomach awry, head pounding
sudden need to sleep.

Worrying about another fall in the dark
unable to focus, read, write
Uncertain when left alone

This loss of self all the more
frightening as it comes and goes
over years rather than the expected months

The spectre of brain injury
statistics showing a link to dementia
my life drifts part into soft shatters

Then my third Neurologist finds a treatment
and I clamber back up, armed with hope
after four years and a lost career


Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond


Autumnal slide

Autumn leaves colour lawns orange
Litter roads red
The long slide into the cold begins
Advent madness beckons
Like a siren
Calling us onto the rocks
Of family festivities, hidden lonelinesses, retail greed and envy
Soon rooftops will grow neon reindeer
Tinsel will be worn around necks at office parties
All too soon
It will be Christmas
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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

Harbour Masters – poem from 2017

Small Cornish harbour end of day
Tacking in from a choppy sea
Call the Master for a berth
Tie up, safe home

Steering through the Channel lanes
Ferries slam past, container vessels loom
Into Cherbourg calling with school French
Master chuckles, welcomes us in

Sliding slantwise into Plymouth
Fighting the wind all the way
Naval Frigate spinturns to miss us
Master reproachful to us each

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

We are visiting Southhampton (a busy port) today, so I thought I’d share this once more.