Galactic Glimpses

A Poem by Terry O'Leary

Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery,

where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery,

but writ like runes on starry dunes enclosed in cosmic history

Galactic dust, from novas' gusts, congesting empty spaces

once fatefully flung beyond the tongue of burnt out astral traces,

may recompress and coalesce in distant times and places

Galactic dwarves, like ancient wharves with silent planets mooring

yet still in spin though long done in, hide flares no longer soaring -

magnetic webs of eons ebb, in thermal fusion roaring

Galactic tides warp space divides, call forth sublime creation

while bending clocks in rippled shocks, unfolding time dilation

that seems to crown the flowing gown of pulsars' pulsed gyration

Galactic stew, a seething brew, midst background noise and chatter

like Chaos reigns, the sole remains of missing antimatter,

with just a trace to form a space-time, curved or somewhat flatter

Galactic glue holds something new: dark energy and matter

that interacts and counteracts the ancient Big Bang splatter:

a cosmic soup of strings and loops, a universal batter

Galactic life's replete and rife 'neath lactic milky wafer,

though solar gales leave unseen trails of cosmic rays, the strafer;

but nonetheless, one must confess, it seems there's nowhere safer

© 2018 Terry O'Leary

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Coyote Poetry

I enjoyed how you used the words.
Galactic stew, a seething brew, midst "background noise and chatter
like Chaos reigns, the sole remains of missing antimatter,
with just a trace to form a space-time, curved or somewhat flatter"
The above lines I liked a lot. Life is not controlled or written. Movement, light and change. This is realistic. I enjoyed this poem Terry. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote