The Sundial.

The Sundial.
You stand on a column in the gardens,
mounted on a circular base,
cast in metal you can tell the time,
on your shadowy face.
The rolling vista in your sight,
is sometimes dappled with light.
Your spirit is still dancing,
around the spherical phase.
It seemed like the perfect place.
I know you still tick-tock.
And the full Moon show,
will make your pretty face glow.
I know you still tick-tock.
When the gardens are empty,
and the Sun is on the other side of the block.
I know you still tick-tock.
I'm glad we lived on this little rock.
2007

Poem about synergy, sunflowers or circles.

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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.

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.

Synergy.

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.

This little rock.

Stand on a column
in the gardens
Mounted on a circular base
Cast in metal
you can tell the time
on your
shadowy phase

The revelation
of your light
Is sometimes dappled with grace
Your spirit
still-a-dancing
in this
spherical place

I know you
still TICK TOCK
'Cos the FULL MOON show
makes your
prettiness glow

I know you
still TICK TOCK
when the SUN is on the
other side
of the block

When the gardens are empty
on this little rock

SUNDIAL