Baryonic, or: Dark matter

My 2nd Garland Cinquain

I'd float
past the Kármán
line, into outer space
past the Milky Way's dark matter

without friction
leaves stars and planets free
to travel along their orbits

low density
between vast galaxies
of hydrogen and helium

up there
observing the
visible universe
through foam of spongy filaments
dark voids

from humanity
life's endless commotion
someday, I'll leave this behind for
black calm

I'd float
without friction
between vast galaxies
through foam of spongy filaments
black calm


The above garland cinquain was written for Colleen M. Chesebro’s ‘Tanka Tuesday’ prompt: Poets were prompted to write syllabic poems inspired by a color of their choice. I chose the color ‘black’.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

43 thoughts on “Baryonic, or: Dark matter”

  1. So many people forget the past, that really wasn’t long ago. Our grandparent, some of us our parents- escaped their own countries for a better life and freedoms they could never have if they stayed put.

    The current news is a reflection of those who have not learned… War is not good for anyone except warmongers.

  2. Lately, I’ve been wondering how much longer I want to be around to witness current events such as pandemic, war and climate change. Then Robert reminds me of the Black Plague and the 1918 influenza epidemic. I think of the Holocaust, the Spanish Inquisition …Times have been worse before. I just wish human beings could become more enlightened, more progressive…We never seem to learn from the past!

    What a mind-blowing escape from the world’s ugly realities your poem leads us on, David! ❤

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