Wormhole’s Shadow Might Be Detectable, Fascinating and Confusing

ship thru a wormhole

Wormholes are hypothetical,
So hypothetically,
They may leave traces in the sky
That telescopes could see.

Where space-time is so warped,
Photons
might trace a ring,
While others falling through the pipe,
Leave dark where light had been.

Not my own reflector
To search for wormhole tubes,
But radio astronomy
Linked across the globe.

Confirming wormholes would confuse
What we know of gravity,
But since that force still puzzles us
They’d mesh abstractedly.

by Kate Rauner

https://katerauner.wordpress.com/2018/04/18/wormholes-shadow-might-be-detectable-fascinating-and-confusing-poem-poetry-physics-wormhole-space/

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Flash Burn

After the bomb
when radiation
wreaked its devastation
and the world turned
monochrome,
life leached from crooked limbs
of blackened trees
and poisoned humans.
In the midst of chaos
and confusion,
a mother’s love lit up the sky,
just like the radiation
before the mushroom
imprinted shadows on our souls.

by Kim M. Russell

Flash Burn

Chandrasekhar Limit

Perhaps I shine brightest now,
but my energy has changed;
what I know is difficult to know
in simple space and time;
passion is a system dying,
if not making new.

Precious is a luxury,
a jewel with maintenance.

I am a white dwarf, long in the truth
of life and death, weighted with mission
that follows me like a shadow,
a penumbra I must now leave behind.

This is the way of creation, nothing
begets nothing. Darkness moves me
into the light.

 by Richard Maxson

https://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/2016/08/18/top-10-science-poems/

Schrodinger’s Mouse

Being cats, being smart, his cats would
Run away since he’s up to no good.
“I’ll try mice! Ah! They squeak!
Now I won’t have to peek.”
Even mice ran when they understood.

 

by Frank Hubeny

https://frankhubeny.blog/2018/08/30/schrodingers-mouse/

Galaxy

faint
in deep space,
immense as a brain

down
through the thought-
shaft it drifts, a wale

of light to
which the retina
opens and is centered

time and
space dis-
appearing as the mind

recedes
to a soundless
flickering somewhere

deeper
than consciousness
where, permanent as

change
a whorl of light
rides, wheeling in darkness

by Richard Ryan

Atomic Architecture

Take carbon for example then
What shapely towers it constructs
To house the hopes of men!
What symbols it creates
For power and beauty in the world
Of patterned ring and hexagon –
Building ten thousand things
Of earth and air and water!
Pride searches in the flues of earth
For the diamond and its furious sun,
Love holds its palms before the glow
Of anthracite and purrs.
Five senses take their fill
Of raiment, rainbows and perfumes,
Of sweetness and of monstrous pain.

If life begins in carbon’s dancing atoms
Moving in quadrilles of light
To the music of pure numbers,
Death is the stately measure
Of Time made plausible
By carbon’s slow procession
Out of the shifting structure
Of crumbling flesh and bone.

by A M Sullivan