Long Gnomon Poems

She was happy to deliver the news if only to get a glimpse of Lumi.  They had 
met some years back, before he had been exiled to the northern desert.  She thought she...

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Lockdown (courtesy coronavirus COVID-19)...

Minimally impacts mine secluded lifestyle,
cuz yours truly came into this madcap world
approximately 534714.57958 times after
gnomon cast shadow across flat plate of sundial
ever since being a little boy, I throve while
existence kept me...

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Feeling inside soul of time and weather change
Colder weather arriving and autumn harvest,
Full natural growth and the autumnal equinox glows
Wonderful time for a football game, hometown competitions are best.

Gnomon of the sundial projects a shadow,...

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O Fingernail Moon
			pointing down at the ocean
			what goddess clipped you?

			O clipped fingernail
			without your acute reply
			can I scratch mind’s itch?

			Scratch may be:
			the swipe to light the match
			the breech that summons blood
			the spouse of pad
			the early exit...

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O Fingernail Moon
				have you sent us Morning Sun
				to show us building?

				And Morning Sun
				are you sliding 
				down the mountainside
				to hint at pyramids,
				how to build them,
				before you take time into the sea?
		
				O Fingernail Moon
				did my father sip...

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You fall behind the maple so umber
Soon to close and slumber 
Broadcasted light mesmerized 
Like a painted picture accessorized 

Shine your twilight still 
This earthly chamber you fill 
Your task is done for today 
Tomorrow...

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Shadow Casters


The blaring light casts a superfluous shadow

upon the timepiece, in a garden full of weeds.

As empires have fallen; iron and clay, once gold,

the gnomon stands strong, versus snake, won't concede.

Venom-fed nutrition, people beg, cheat...

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I only tell of sunny hours…
For me the trail of time disappears
in the depth of darkness at sundown,
but my mind doesn’t harbor any qualm,
I dream drenched in stardust of stellar sky…
I’ll trace the blazing heliacal...

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I only tell of sunny hours...
         for I can’t penetrate the dark.
               Light...

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A constant reminder of what’s surrounding me
The vacuum of evil that seeks to suck me in
That the light will fade and I too will cease to be
Along with my warped blank paperweight twin

I walk in...

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So I now come to that same blessed mound, 
witness of much that memory still holds dear. 
Though now these fields grey-sullen clouds make drear, 
they once outspread a carpet royal around 
our feet, when...

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An old sundial awaits,
Sol's kiss of glistening gold.
And aligned with the North star,
its gnomon stabs at the cold.

Tarnished and weather-beaten,
it waits for Sol to come back.
And stands in pools of darkness,
dripping drops of liquid-black.

Sol soon...

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SUNDIAL WISDOM--

I only tell of sunny hours;
And my face looks toward heaven's skies;
And a gnomon, which casts a shadow onto my dial;
My eyes gnomon clouds ruin my view;
Glaucoma vision  clouding my decision;
I yet still...

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