The hollow hourglass runs its course
as sands of time trickle on
altering worlds in tour de force
hither and thither and yon,
to wit, by a number of means
while time with its crystal ball
oversees empyrean scenes
in now and then curtain call.
About eight thousand light-years far
a nebula young was spun
from out of dying low mass star,
quite similar to our sun,
that's engraving its own demise
with stellar wind that expands,
thus creating the hourglass guise
from intricate arc-like bands.
The central astral object dense
emits high-energy blast
and has magnetic field intense
from heavy elements massed.
Particles trapped make flattened rings
beaming light through power shift
as time in ever-present flings
bestows this galactic gift
of insubstantial vision vast
fashioned in sculptural mold
reminiscent of hourglass cast
which may each instant behold,
by dint of seeming inner eye
peering outward from within
as a witness to passersby
through the cosmic thick and thin.
This cloud of gas in throes of death
in two directions has shed
its solar matter, life and breath,
for arresting hourglass spread
from three discrete pictures composed,
ionized nitrogen, red,
the oxygen blue hue disclosed;
then both together were wed
with hydrogen, green, for the third,
in Wide Field, Hubble display
of the hourglass image conferred
to ‘tempus fugit' portray.
The constellation Musca, Fly,
once known as Apis, ‘the bee',
is where within the southern sky
this nebula faint to see
was by two astronomers found,
ladies, though few and between
credited, with their names renowned
for M y C n eighteen.
Hubble revealed some features new
like how twin oval loops cross
midmost, which gazers could construe
as if a visual gloss
on the classic temporal theme
showing hourglass rims petite,
telescoped for surreal dream
into version short and sweet.
This etching appearing in space
that's celestially designed
is wearing a timekeeper face
whose mien might serve to remind
that mortals live on borrowed time
where death has the upper hand,
so soon will come the midnight chime
for the humble and the grand
however proudly we parade
our supremacy self-styled
in mindless human escapade,
while destroying nature's wild.
Yes, sands of time are running out,
yet we can awaken still
and make enlightened turnabout
if it be our wish and will…
To William Blake lines paraphrase,
there's ‘a world in grain of sand',
plus an earthly heaven to praise
in our sylvan wonderland,
for we hold eternity's ways
and all infinity spanned
in every moment's passing phase
within true wisdom's command.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful picture by Hubble. Nice poem on the formation of galaxies and stars and mystery of our universe. Enjoyed thoroughly. Loved the image. Thanks for sharing.10++++
Thank you for reading the poem and sharing your reaction by commenting! Such an amazing image certainly provided inspiration. And I'm really pleased that you enjoyed it!