Twin black holes revolving around each other, approach the speed of light before merging. They produce gravitational waves, which would sound like drum beats gradually speeding up, transmitted through the medium of spacetime.The single black hole is quiet.
If you were able to briefly survive after entering a black hole (impossible of course) , you would see light streaming in behind you. Due to the effect of general relativity, the galaxy's time outside would appear to be racing, so you would witness its rapid evolution.
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Diane Hine (25 July 1956)
Poems by Diane Hine : 148 / 182
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Would you like to hear
music played on space?
Sphere in thrall with sphere,
twin black hole embrace.
Hear the orbs collide,
see the future fly.
Welcome to our ride,
true, the cost is high.
Lest your body spread,
first we modify.
Reinforce your head,
structures fortify.
Transformational,
one event sublime.
Gravitational
waves of space and time.
Here is your receipt.
listen, soft they start.
Syncopated beat
echoing your heart.
Milky way eclipse,
stars are lensed around.
Dark apocalypse,
luminous surround.
Orbiting at pace,
infinitely dense,
squeeze and stretch of space,
drumming swells intense.
Tighter, tighter cling,
faster, faster spun,
rising chirping ring,
coalesce as one.
Silent single whole.
Past the shadow's skin,
vision is our goal,
so we drift within.
Relatively fast
runs galactic show.
Inside, time is cast
relatively slow.
Turn to watch the light
pouring, flooding through.
Milky Way in flight,
future, streaming true.
Glorious preview,
exponential rush.
Fond farewell from crew
just before the crush.
Character succumbs,
unity is served.
All within becomes
spacetime, strongly curved.
Diane Hine
Submitted: Tuesday, August 07, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, August 08, 2012
Poems by Diane Hine : 148 / 182
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supernova, really good, loved it.
A great cosmic dance which no doubt is at the center or all merging galaxies. Andromeda, bring it on.
Love the narrative so I will talk at that first. Crossing the event horizon one or any thing is stripped appart into a stream of atoms. I guess that would add to the rapid passing of time even if just from a life passing perspective.
I did not know what to imagine when I started reading your poem, but when I got into it I felt like the sound and music from out of space was revolving allaround me. What a magic moment listening to the music from out of space
One of the best thing that the nature has done to us is, the sound ways can't travel through the vacuum, here in space. If the light from the sun manages to reach earth in eight minutes and sound also has this property, imagine the nuisance of listening to explosion in the Sun. We have to be grateful! Nice poem, if we are able to reach such a position and I do not think that our ear drum can sustain with such vibration to hear it! ! Even many human have disabilities in ears, while they work in the noisy environment.
as your poem is just an imagination, it is very interesting to read the way you have written..Good!
Sounds like it would be a fantastic concert, complete with a dazzling light show! ! Now if we could only survive it, the ticket price might be well worthwhile. Wonderful poem!
I heard the music of the spheres in this well metered and intelligent verse.
Felt like I was on the spacecraft investigating that void swallowing light, space and time.
Fascinating stuff Diane, black holes have always intrigued me. Very well written set of stanzas, and excellent rhyming.
Twin black hole embrace! Talk about splitting hairs.
What if they were to collide? Oh, my, what a sight that would be.
Me thinks you're far too young to be a sixties chick...however, the above jewel of a verse might have some Max Yasgur Ex-Woodstockers wondrin', ther' missy! I, myself wanted to go...was only a 2 hour drive from where I lived at the time, but being I was 10 at the time....I had 2 settle for the triple vinyl album, which I still have....somewhere...Enjoyed this, Diane!