Wetware software hardware
how hard do we have to be?
Programmed by the stochastic chatter of evolution
form fitting function,
almost.
Self replicating semi-autonomous robots.
purposed by deoxyribonucleic acid,
the software exists to
protect itself
not us.
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Today is Science and SF Monday — A poem each week which either has a science theme or is Science Fiction…..
Poor lost instrument, trapped in your tower
where the dome never opens from year to year.
They no longer use you to search the heavens.
Battered and bruised, missing parts,
you lurk in the darkness of your cage.
If only I could find glass plates,
unwrap them in the dark open the dome
set you free.
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Green rumbles rambles rolls and ripples
in all its shades and hues
rustles murmurs sways and drifts
floats on and under the waters of both
chill chalk stream and ocean
surfaces the land
spawns and augments tall trees
defines jungles, swamps, farmland
cools and shades, feeds and shelters
sparkled with daisies
strewn with buttercups
cut red with poppy wounds
Green is waste light reflected back from leaves
by the quantum machine of photosynthesis
that powers all life
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
‘Green’ was first published in the Environs issue of Snakeskin: http://www.snakeskinpoetry.co.uk/snake264.html
Mondays are Science and SF Mondays!
A poem each week which either has a science theme or is Science Fiction….
I am a rain drop.
Imagine raindrops
you see tears
but clouds do not cry.
Over England they excrete
ice crystals that melt
drop and tumble
balling, falling.
Surface tension
marries colliding drops
yet divorce is common.
Plummeting, flattening
rain discs hit the London pavement
lose their identity
in puddles and pools.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Shape of Rain was first published at https://fourthandsycamore.wordpress.com/2018/07/05/the-poetry-of-kim-whysall-hammond/
Mondays are Science and SF Mondays! A poem each week which either has a science theme or is Science Fiction…..
Unimaginably ancient, preserving moments in time;
billion year old pebbles from unknown floods
bones fallen into an ancient abyss
ten thousand year old footprints along an English estuary.
Sitting on a rock, you touch time.
Rocks move. They melt and set, erode to dust
and then the dust settles
forms new rock over time almost unimaginable.
This undulating plain formed at great depths
was thrust up to mountainous heights
now lies placid for your walking comfort.
Go find a rock
and travel in time and space.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Today is Science and SF Monday — A poem each week which either has a science theme or is Science Fiction…..
David, who blogs over at the Skeptics Kaddish, has an ongoing project called Poetry Partners where bloggers give him one of their poems, and he writes one of his own in response.
My poem, The Poem of your Life, (which is about my now adult youngest son) is published there with Davids response:
(Oh, and David goes by the nom de plume of ben Alexander on his blog)
We too are worlds
we live with a shimmer of species
our own biome
Fungi, bacteria, in their billions
live on our skin, our hair, and
in our folded writhing gut
Many species of microscopic mites
thrive in the pores of your face
tiny unseen spiders ride us from home to home
The deadly game of predator and prey
plays out across and within you
whether you are awake or sleeping
Kissing a loved one does not just give affection
but transfers life of many different sorts
from your lips to their cheek
Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond
On the graveyard shift, we chase weather
parse our charts, work the numbers
issue warnings, brief pilots
wait for our relief to turn up
and then that blessed walk outside
into whatever we had been predicting
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
For just over one month many years ago, I worked shifts as a Weather Forecaster at Birmingham Airport…..
Lurking in a distant corner
That darkly reflective black tube
Of outsize length
Adorned with intricate knobs
And several precise gauges
Alien amongst our bright furnishings
Held tight by many adjustable clamps
It perches on a tall chromed tripod
Close to the door, angled , straining to escape
To collect starlight in its hidden mirrors once again
But now capped and dusty
Ornamental more than used
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I really need to use my Telescope more often!
Unimaginably ancient, preserving moments in time;
billion year old pebbles from unknown floods
bones fallen into an ancient abyss
ten thousand year old footprints along an English estuary.
Sitting on a rock, you touch time.
Rocks move. They melt and set, erode to dust
and then the dust settles
forms new rock over time almost unimaginable.
This undulating plain formed at great depths
was thrust up to mountainous heights
now lies placid for your walking comfort.
Go find a rock
and travel in time and space.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 