Poems
Lynne Goldsmith’s first poetry collection, ‘Secondary Cicatrices’, won seven honors. Her second poetry collection, ‘By Light and Hidden Matter’, was published last year and she recently won Honorable Mention in the 2023 International Photography Awards in the Nature/Flower non-professional category: https://www.photoawards.com/winner/zoom.php?eid=8-1686636415-23
Far from Understanding
In the infrasound
(low pitch, inaudible),
Earth speaks
to the stratosphere
of calm place
nine to thirty-one miles
up in the air
from the surface of our planet,
this rumbling,
repeating itself
to something revealing
nonsensical how
in missing translation,
dark balloon of charcoal—
traces—
Saturn’s Icy Moon
They say beneath its crust
Enceladus hides an ocean
shooting up as jets of life—
methane, carbon dioxide, ammonia.
Through tiger stripes
from thermal vents
watery vapor
shoots plumes to space
maybe to Saturn’s rings
of ice and rock
like particles of sand
or gigantic chunks
from comets, dead moons,
maybe too from somewhere else
in what scientists call—
mystery
Magnetic Energy
It’s a convection of sorts,
a supergranulation
from lower sphere to outer sphere
solar wind of fast and slow
streaming from Sun’s surface holes
to meet magnetic fields,
realign and direct the wind—
a magnetic switchback
of stops and turns
of plasma energy
reshaping
of fast hellos
heading for receiving Earth—
Core of Messier 4, Globular Starcluster
Globular clusters, tightly packed stars,
high concentration mass,
neither stellar nor supermassive
black-hole categories
in the Milky Way, our galaxy,
never before on record,
intermediate mass perhaps
in Messier 4-black hole potential,
six thousand light years away
with a mass of eight hundred suns.
Globular Starcluster—
closest of its kind to Earth—
Interstellar Object Variation
Borisov, ball of ice and dust
and Oumuamua, rock of space
not bound by sun some day
to disappear—hurled
gone from solar system
hundreds of millions of years from now,
renegade objects, these
near-Earth signs
visiting
trapped in orbit around the sun
with help from Jupiter
around and around they go—
interstellar interlopers
(other name we’ve given them),
when maybe it’s we humans who all along
enter what we do not know.
Dying Star
The dying star isn’t done
as it rattles in space-time ripples—
burst of energy from interior
black hole fast moving particles
to hot layers
forming cocoon
of gas—
waves—gravitation—
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