Smell of singed Fur branches
A thing lodged in the past.
Salty winds gently whistling in
Over the tropical Sea
Brushes my face pleasurably.
Up there, wherever that is
Some stars, wayward Fireflies, twinkle
Their On-Off embers, as many
Singularities, in quick, quick succession
Burst open their compacted burning interiors
Showering nascent galaxies
Into an expanding mother space.
One Bang gives rise to many, many.
My eyes roam through beyond Andromeda
by Hemal Jayasuriya
Poetry thrives in a shadowy, allusive world in which feelings that can be un-pinnable in precise language come into a reality all their own. It may seem to have little to do with the world of facts and experimentation that is science. If all that there is can be explained by what we see and/or what we can prove, what need is there for poetry?
POEM
Starburst
More Poems by Hemal Jayasuriya
- Edge of a Beach
- Random Walks
- Young and Old
- Olympia
- Interdependence
- Soul Mountain
- Most Strange
- Ordering Into Shape, Unpredictable
- Rashomon
- Differentation
- Prospera’s World
- You are my woman of abstract
- A Leaf In Free Fall, Rotating
- Empty Dot Amongst Moving Matter
- Tom’s Clock
- Women and Men
- The Feel of Beauty
- Vacuum Fluctuations
- Into The Woods
- Birds Sing
- Starlight
- From Zero to Meaning
- In A Third Space : Science And Humanities
- Light of the Non-existent Sun
- Where is Time
- Events Jostle Inside The Black Box