If you are searching for a poem about...synergy, sunflowers or circles...
Synergy.
It tastes like a museum.
It feels like a railway station.
It looks like a melody.
It smells like a commotion.
It sounds like a sundial.
Sunflowers.
Captured an hour ago.
Sunflowers in a breeze...
Sometimes nodding.
Rocking.
Sometimes still.
Real time audio.
Traffic.
Dog barking.
Wind chiming.
Tingling.
Setting sun.
Pinging.
Bursting.
Two and a half minutes.
Captured an hour ago.
Sunflowers in a breeze...
Sometimes nodding.
Rocking.
Sometimes still.
Real time audio.
Traffic.
Dog barking.
Wind chiming.
Tingling.
Setting sun.
Pinging.
Bursting.
Two and a half minutes.
Circles.
Three minutes and three seconds.
Splashes of concentric circles on the canal.
Under the railway bridge.
The sun slipping behind the stonework of the early morning birdsong.
Echo splash reverberating.
A continuation of concentric circles.
Three minutes and three seconds.
Splashes of concentric circles on the canal.
Under the railway bridge.
The sun slipping behind the stonework of the early morning birdsong.
Echo splash reverberating.
A continuation of concentric circles.
© MARCO MOONE 2008
