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Space Within

August 25, 2018astronomy, beauty, cosmology, Life, philosophy, poem, Poetry, Science, science poetryastronomy, beauty, cosmology, Earth, Life, philosophy, poem, poetry, Science Fiction, science poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

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.

Rocks

March 3, 2018beauty, England, philosophy, poem, Poetry, Science, science poetrybeauty, geology, Life, poem, poetry, rocks, science, science poetry, space, time, travelThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

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.

Brief bloom

February 28, 2018astronomy, beauty, cosmology, Life, nature, philosophy, poem, Poetry, Science, Science Fiction Poetry, science poetry, speculative poetryastronomy, Earth, environment, hope, humanity, Life, NASA, nature, Science Fiction, Science Fiction Poetry, science poem, science poetry, solar system, space, speculative poetry, sun, Technology, travel, volcanoThe Cheesesellers Wife aka 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

Re-blogged from last year

https://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap160510.html

A poem by Richard Feynman

January 31, 2018poem, Poetry, Science, science poetryGuest poem, philosophy, physics, poem, poetry, Richard Feynman, science poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

Richard Feynman was not only a brilliant physicist but one of the 20th Century’s great thinkers. He also loved playing pranks and thumbing his nose at authority. And, he wrote poetry!

Collecting Reality

There are the rushing waves
mountains of molecules
each stupidly minding its own business
trillions apart
yet forming white surf in unison

Ages on ages
before any eyes could see
year after year
thunderously pounding the shore as now.
For whom, for what?
On a dead planet
with no life to entertain.

Never at rest
tortured by energy
wasted prodigiously by the Sun
poured into space.
A mite makes the sea roar.

Deep in the sea
all molecules repeat
the patterns of one another
till complex new ones are formed.
They make others like themselves
and a new dance starts.
Growing in size and complexity
living things
masses of atoms
DNA, protein
dancing a pattern ever more intricate.

Out of the cradle
onto dry land
here it is
standing:
atoms with consciousness;
matter with curiosity.

Stands at the sea,
wonders at wondering: I
a universe of atoms
an atom in…

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Physics Lecture

January 20, 2018astronomy, cosmology, nature, poem, Poetry, Science, science poetryastronomy, mathematics, maths, physics, poem, poetry, quantum, Schrödinger, science poetry, UniversityThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

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.

……remembering back to University………

Solar Flares

January 4, 2018astronomy, beauty, cosmology, Life, poem, Poetry, Science, science poetryastronomy, cosmology, Earth, Life, physics, science, science poetry, sky, solar flare, sunThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

I do like poems with an Astronomical bent, and here’s a wonderful one from Paul F. Lenzi:

Poesy plus Polemics

SolorFlare “Solar Flare” by Dan Oliver

particle storms

shriek at inhuman

inaudible frequency

penetrate matter

lase holes through

the bones of minds

living and dead

mark acutely

the genomes of

all cosmic creatures

yet to be born

with the warning

that even the sun

is disposed to

explosions of rage

From my books Pieces of Wine and Legacies (vol.2)

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Bones

December 6, 2017archeology, poem, Poetry, Science, science poetryarcheology, history, humanity, Life, poem, poetry, prehistory, science, science poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

Slender bones, delicately traced
staring grinning skulls.
No skin, no muscle,
no eyes, no heart or other parts.
Yet they tell a knowing eye many tales
of wounds healed, muscle strengths,
diseases and battles fought.
Indications of the life lived
and sometimes the death faced.

Drifts

August 12, 2017astronomy, cosmology, Ghosts, philosophy, poem, Poetry, Sceince Fiction Poetry, science poetry, SF, speculative poetryastronomy, drifts, Nebula, philosophy, poem, poetry, Science Fiction, Science Fiction Poetry, science poetry, SF, sky, speculative poetry, Technology, Telescope, WorldconThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

Nebulaic drift of space glows pregnant with stars
Pulsates with unseen radiation, reflects light upon broken hulls
Billowing gases thread through holes laced by stellar blasts
Huge gas pillars glow with the light from star birth

Strange shapes eclipse the details of nebulaic magnificence
Ships riddled by particle winds after a disaster deep in spacetime
Now drift in loose orbits within a mystery, artefacts lost to sentience and story
Deep in the cloud lies a graveyard drifting to gravity’s pale tune

Gas jets burst from infant stars, glow in unseen colours
Shoot forth ionized subatomic debris
Push against torn metal, shifting orbits, prompting collisions
Against desiccated limbs, simulating life once more

The beings who struggled and died here disassociate and powder to dust
Microbes drift and seed, await rebirth in planetary clouds
Amino acids alter with the alien input
Nucleotides drift forward to the future

Ghost DNA haunts the spaces between worlds
Drifts onto comet sand meteors
Drops into planetary atmospheres
Visits us tonight as it has done before

First published at In Between Hangovers

Some Science Fiction to celebrate that fact that I’m attending the Science Fiction Worldcon this weekend! 🙂

Terminator Line

June 24, 2017astronomy, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, Science, science poetrydawn, dusk, nature, science, science poetry, sun, Sunset, terminator line, twilightThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

It is always dawn and dusk
Time moves on geographically
The terminator line marches inexorably
Round and round the planet
Smoothed across the sparkling Pacific
Cut to shreds by jagged mountains
Rippled across desert dunes
Unnoticed in the mega-cities
Each second brings a thousand tiny awakenings
A thousand tiny refugees from sleep
A thousand predatory opportunities
A thousand closings

Previously published on In Between Hangovers

Corona

June 17, 2017poem, Poetry, Science, science poetryCorona, Eclipse, Life, light, science, science poetry, Solar Eclipse, sun, TotalityThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

Deep in the time of eclipse
As birds bed down and dusk creeps up
We see the Suns halo and crown
Reaching out to her children
Light in the darkness

Sunlight scatters from escaping electrons
Bounces off minute dust particles
While stripped atoms glow as crown jewels
Incandescently hot
Ethereal furnace

The act of seeing makes real
The fact of knowing sees beauty
The inner joyousness of the Universe
Lifts me
Up to the light