Like a black hole, drinking in its surroundings,
No hesitation or fading hunger,
Endless streams of light swirling to its end
Absorbed in absolute darkness,
Each Planet a speck of dust, spiralling around a warped pupil.
Like a black hole; your pupil soaks in light
A perfect circular vitreous ball, Black encased in white,
Your Iris is the Galaxy lens, its colour and its form
Your optic nerve the wormhole, sending light to be transformed
Pulsing through an unknown world, after the horizon of events
The black hole soaks up gravity, like your pupil, light it bends
We process waves of light in ways; a black hole feeds its realm
We see images sometimes false, but in space that all depends
What's behind those dark holes, our brain can tell us our place
From our black hole, our pupil, to the pupil out in Space
Very elaborate comparison. Sounds like you are a biologist/astronomer turned poet skillful and thought provoking, not easy to accomplish
I thank you for your incredibly kind words, Im new to poetry so your comment really touched me, never been a scientist/biologist its just always fascinated me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A novel idea - comparing pupil to black whole! ! ! beautifully written deftly conjuring images.Thanks for sharing....a heartfelt 10☺
Thanks for your encouraging comment payal, means everything to me, ive had this idea for many years and I know I can expand on this, thanks for reading and your heartfelt comment :)