I wished upon a star
But instead it was a satellite
I crossed my fingers
But that’s difficult when you trying to type
I can’t remember is it
Good or
Bad luck
To stroke a black cat?
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Tag Archives: Technology
Like coral
Like coral
Like coral grips the rock,
I hold fast to you
Like the ocean embraces the Earth,
I embrace you
Like meat loves salt,
I love you
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M1 in winter
M1 in winter (Watford Gap 1 mile)
Mist enwrapped trees extinguish the low orange glow of the Sun
Taillights warm the twilight ahead
Headlights shine on traffic cones and road workers jackets
Jagged shadows in a field reveal a ruined brick barn
Aerofoils loom above, rotating for electricity
We return from lunch with a son at University
Time, long and relaxed, spent talking junk
Films, comics, games, YouTube
Reconnecting the family
Each capsule of metal alongside, before and behind
Contains a story
Adulterous trysts? Mismanaged meeting? Half Term visit to the Zoo?
All these journeys and ours are twenty first century bubbles
Made manifest in the manic twentieth
Our posterity is as yet uncertain
The fields and their shadows will outlive us all
Animals will graze, trees loom in the dark
And Suns set, wetly
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Hey Mr. Spaceman
Another Monday, another watercolour. Here’s an Apollo Astronaut:
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Crystals of intent
Crystals of intent
Full, filling my hand
Carved to mould into a palm
This one is left handed, another fits the right
Killer edges, fatal intent
A hand axe from a million years ago haunts my eyes
Small symmetrical perfect arrowhead
To be thrust by a bow through a torso
Rests on my fingertips
Tiny chips creating the edges
Beauty and death
Both objects of beauty
Stones selected for a purpose
Worked on for many hours
Made to please in many ways
Crystals of intent
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Boys
Boys
Long legged boys
Filling my sofa
Controllers in hand
Deep laughs mingle with shrill cries
As Black Ops rolls
Every weekend they come to call
Filling my sofa
Littering shoes in my hall
Then are gone in a flash as dinners beckon
And the sofa is empty
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Broken Cable on Ink, Sweat and Tears
The wonderful Helen Ivory has published one of my poems on Ink, Sweat and Tears.
Its called Broken Cable:
Open Sky
Infall
Protons
Particles
Masses
Bathed
Photons
Neutrinos
Light is lifegiver and deathbringer
The open sky pretends to shield
But cannot fully
The vagaries of the universe
Plague our houses, peck out our DNA
Ozone and magnetosphere have allowed us to live
To evolve and think
Think ourselves safe
Knowledge is perhaps power
But it reveals destiny
Infalling rock
Or the next local supernova
And we are gone
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Loom weight
A loom weight lost these many millennia
Sits proud on heavy soil
Held in my hand, it speaks of loving toil
The spinning of fabric
To clothe a family
And a connection is made
She spoke ancient Greek
A colonist deep in Sicily’s heartland
I stroke the fingerprint left in once moist clay
And say Hello
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Brief bloom
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
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
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