Eye to eye, it stares from starry skies
with cornea of broken stars and iris
formed from dust it swirls but at its core
the black-hole pupil pulls the strings
of mass between our body, mind
and past, while future slowly spins
into collapse, compression, death.
I could not avoid to write a second entry for Lilian’s prompt at dVerse with pictures by her astronomer friend John McKaveney.
And the title comes from the album/song that was one of my favorites.
April 3, 2024
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Which is the song can you please post the link?
There is a link to youtube
thank you, now I can see it 😉
I love the particula rhymes you write 😉
It is hard not to rhyme I think…
Yes I agree wit you 😉 I always write in italian language and few times in english language, so I sometimes write rhymes in italian but they are tanslated and lodt the original rhymes.
“black-hole pupil pulls the strings” such a potent line
Thank you… and as a phycisist there is a pun here since string theory was quite popular once to explain gravitation in quantum theory.
Aha! You’re welcome. Physicist humor, lol 🙂
I prefer this second poem. I’m glad you gave it another shot.
Ha… It was less idea and more poetry maybe.
It does indeed look like those “pictures”? what are they, when you go in to have your eyes examined. Love this take on the photo! Although a very sad ending….
You mean it is like a Rorschach test… yes and for some reason I saw an eye.
Love this Bjorn, the “eye” and the recognition of the passage of time between that perceived Eye to eye.
Then, as to the title, I immediately thought of Alan Parsons which you confirmed which is just cool as I’ve always been a huge Alan Parsons fan, since I was a kid.
So I thought you might like this, a post I wrote early on in the pandemic involving Alan Parsons, my Mom and how rediscovering Alan Parsons then helped get me through those early, scary days.
Cheers dude.
https://frankenberrysattic.com/2020/05/02/save-me-alan/
I like what you have done with this one.
It made me think of what happened to the Submersible that went down to the Titanic and imploded.
I love the rhyming in this. It invites one to enjoy each line then go back and enjoy them all again.
You got me with this one, Björn. For an “eye in the sky,” it sees only entropy, devolution, “collapse, compression, death.“
Lovely lines
Thank you
My pleasure 🙏🏼
Love Alan Parsons’ Eye in the sky and love your poem, Björn!
Your poetry is so rich and full, compels a reader to take it in a 2nd time.
Love the title and the line of eye to eye. Life and death, spinning away.