Black Hole
March 31st, 2007 by 
dani
A black hole seems, from the outside,
like absence, like nothingness.
But, it’s the opposite.
It’s everything imploding at once,
compressing with so crushing a force
that not even the faintest glimmer
of light or hope can escape.
Time is distorted and light dims.
Objects passing through are stretched
thin and stringy like silly-putty.
Atoms are torn apart and stick
to the ever-growing darkness.
I know this well because,
reeling and disoriented,
I fell into one
the day they told me
you had died.
Posted in Poetry | 
March 31st, 2007 at 6:52 pm
This is excellent, the juxtaposition of the science and the personal and bringing them together like that.
March 31st, 2007 at 9:18 pm
What a moving piece. The last part was so unexpected.
March 31st, 2007 at 9:19 pm
I love the concepts in Quantum Physics (but don’t ask me to do an equation or anything related!)so this poem resonates with me.
March 31st, 2007 at 10:15 pm
This image of your grief is powerful and poignant, text lean & apt for the potent ending.
March 31st, 2007 at 11:56 pm
I felt like this when my dad passed away…
April 1st, 2007 at 2:21 am
I have had 2 major loses in the last several months and your words have me agreeing and loving the fresh voice I can apply to my feelings.
April 1st, 2007 at 6:01 am
Intense.
I felt your words.
April 1st, 2007 at 7:38 am
I didn’t expect that last part–powerful post.
April 1st, 2007 at 2:57 pm
Excellent. You made me able to relate to a phenomenon I could never experience.
April 1st, 2007 at 4:53 pm
Excellent! You had me thinking science and turned it personal.
April 1st, 2007 at 7:04 pm
“compressing with so crushing a force
that not even the faintest glimmer
of light or hope can escape.”
Very true for our own emotional self…