I only tell of sunny hours...
That grace my countenance supine.
For dark clouds mask my daily task,
Until i welcome back sunshine.
While passages of time elapse,
As seasons etched upon my face,
From springs first kiss, to winters snow
My gnomons shadow marks their place.
Each night i gaze so heavenly,
Towards the starlights grand parade.
Where jewelled diadems appear,
As diamonds set in jet arrayed.
When sunrise casts it's warm embrace
Upon my face, i will display
The time and seasons of the year,
For people passing by my way.
2 / 7 / 2019.
Categories:
gnomons, dark, light, sun, time,
Form: Personification
Tracing pathways through the day
Circuits closed in time and space
Proscribe the rat and where it runs
Describe the speed, define the place
Beyond, the sun arcs through the sky
While gnomons mark its silent pace
Somewhere in another time
Upon another face.
Inside, the striplight firmament
Gives ordered life its seamly lines
And strange time flows through cyberspace
And into our designs
Machines know all and count the days
And catalogue each tick and tock
We glide across like skaters on
The ice face of the clock
There is no land that can't be mapped
No level up that can't be reached
Converted we embrace the way
Yet are unblessed, unpreached
No grain of sand may hold this world
No human eye may look upon
The mind's eye views horizons held
Within the silicon.
And elsewhere in the shadowed space
Beyond the sun's stark realtime light
We live our lives crepuscular
And spread our wings by night
So morning finds us unprepared
As barbed alarms slice into sleep
Extracting us from morphic fields
And dreams of tamed electric sheep
Categories:
gnomons, allegory, fantasy, imagination, introspection,
Form: Rhyme