Chestnut brown, or ocean blue,
Mottled hazel, darker hues,
Eyes so pale they shy from light,
Or rich and black like new moon nights,
Gentle fog could cover them whole,
Resting on the sight they stole,
Sun and artificial balls,
Dance with stars in nature's halls,
Glisten for a sad goodbye,
Or wet and light, a chuckle cry,
Blinking out sand and dust,
Feeling dry and full of rust…
For gene I started with the idea that I was taught in biology, all those moons ago, about how recessive and dominant genes: eye colour and how it can be passed on being a major part of that lesson. So, I actually thought this would go in the direction of two pairs of eyes that create a different pair of eyes and the “omg how did it happen" but I ended up just focusing on how eyes are all different, look different, see differently, cry and dry out etc.
I had originally written “sun and artificial bulbs" but couldn't think of a word rhyming with bulbs quickly enough so changed it to balls and then moved onto the next line.
In the end, the whole poem became about comparisons. Bloody bonza!