Short Sundial Poems
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To Thank Them For Their Service
Tiny flags flap as
sundial crosses
map eternity’s
passing
John G. Lawless
©11.10/2021
And if you
And if me
Stand
Under the sun
(to measure our shadows)
My heart
Would be a straight
hand of a clock
Called
Sundial
time piece
sundial
circle of life
darkest grim reaper
an unexpected birth
yearly appointments
monthly schedules
calendar
time piece
noble sir albert
perched on his nose
a primitive sundial
a bird without toes
growth's been phenomenal
sir albert cooed
as Big Ben came into view
ten thousand cats mewed
William Soutar 'A SUNDIAL'
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Harpoon rays melt from the sun,
A fiery furnace in the sky;
A shadow rounds the sundial,
the nonexistent hand tells the time;
It has circled into the abyss,
A vision portrayed and betrayed,
The mind is caught in a whirlpool
of time.
I only tell of sunny hours...
We are not so different
you and I,
though your stone face
can never last.
In time
how much more telling,
are the shadows
that we cast.
02/02/19
For Sundial Wisdom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
With flames our story has begun,
my eyes are blinded by your smile;
Our love was painted in the Sun;
I have not felt this for a while,
maybe this time I’m not on trial;
Was it fate or the time of day?
Oh, serendipitous sundial!
I’m in awe of the game in play.
I only tell of sunny hours
The brighter side of life
The one full of joy and happiness
And without any strife
I spend my days in sunshine
My work, tell the time
Time is less, utilise it well
By both, work and play
And you will never regret
What I did say.
I remember,
Somewhere in summertime,
Under dewfall,
Two hands,one shadow,
Cast over a sundial.
Sandals in shade,
Eyes reflecting
Skies of sunset.
I remember,
Whenever in wintertime,
Late afternoon,
Following clouds home,
Making our way
Through a wood,
Lightest touch,
Quiet fall of snow.
I only tell of sunny hours...
I,Gnomon,
Sundial yeoman;
Suntanned sentinel
Stand watch,
Shedding tears for unrequited love.
My cooling shadow stalks sun;
Caresses with timely sunscreen
Sweet sundial’s gilt Egyptian face.
Ask me time of day;
“Shadow knows,” I’ll say.
Shadow will not rest
‘Til sun does nest.
o man amen club soda you taste good at two in the morning
i am going back to my dreams and tomorrow earl gray
or I'll switch to coffee with toast
all my life I twirled a question and so I peel a banana
and squeeze an avocado good night after a pee
looking for flip flop where are my sandals or sundial
as not einstein I have an accent
That hidden glade beyond the
leaves
Where the sun don't shine and
time doesn't cease
My eternal pyre burns for you
The apple ripens therein too
Borne with care, bore with
cause
The lonely sundial without
source
A hidden world
A hidden place
Maintained; a space for you
and me
Where our love doth shine and
time doth cease
Gods of Men
Uniquely crafted
with the world in focus
Altered scripts
broken-off ancients scrolls
Erecting structures
in a malleable world
Setting hearts on fire
testing souls with trials
Romancing the sundial
allotting time, as we
usher in a new era
With each revolving door
usurping gods as men
Selling lives for less
I only tell of sunny hours...
For beneath the moon I cower.
Not for I the dark of night,
But visit me in bright sunlight.
Then watch the shadows cross my face,
For the march of time I trace.
At one am I with the Sun,
But come the gloom, then I am done.
Entry for
Sundial Wisdom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by
Julia Ward
2/2/19. Placed 6th.
Tuesday morning,
Steam rises from a cup,
catches light,
becomes architecture
for three seconds.
The cat's shadow
crosses the wall
a sundial no one reads.
A million thoughts converge:
the spoon's small clink,
the way light refuses to stay still,
the persistent green of a single leaf.
This, too, is scripture.
Every second,
a poem with depth
we forget to read.
Hey there baby
Won’t stop even if you make me
Listen here from up there in the clouds
Hey there Mary
your words taste like candy
And where the hell
is your baby now?
Let's figure this thing out
Little did I know
Her skin taste like vinyl
Starting at the top
Of her bodies sundial
A little bit misunderstood
Hey there two face
Why don't you smile
You should come to my
Neck of the woods
Form:
Tick Tock
You can’t stop time from passing by
No matter the tricks you try
Time passes way too soon
From noon to noon does time consume
By night the phases of the moon
By day we live by God’s sundial
To mark the time we have
So use it well each passing year
Share it with friends near and dear
Spend it now
Live in the moment
There is no bank of time lost
Form:
I only tell of sunny hours...
where rays of warmth embrace the flowers
or melt the snow laying upon the lawn;
but these momentary shadows creep quietly soured
casting light between the trees and fawns
while industrious humanity, creation's spawn
is blinded to nature's rhythmic song
and day light slips quickly along.
Sundial wisdom,
the Julia Ward contest 2/11/19
"untitled" (for Maureen)
the goldfinch thought
they could hide in them
while they enjoyed eating
their seeds
i watched them as if
a sundial telling
time again
again and again
and they clocked
me moving at less
than warp speed as
i watered everything
not just them but
the laborious fruits
that labored in a sun
the same sun
that
after
which
they were named
And you explore me-
to the limits of enchantment.
As I was-
dying in a nonfiction.
Half brothers-
were moving like pincers
to catch a pen
like a little solidier.
Sad little god was telling
I do,
I am moving in non-existent darkness
for a sundial.
A lobster-
was trying to climb on
an ancient throne.
He wanted to become a neoking.
And throw his weight for the kittens
and unborn dogs.
Satish Verma
Time Disappears
Time disappears,
the hours, the days
Lost in the shadows,
a sundial haze
Seizing the moments
our memories trace
Drawing the curtain,
these thoughts to erase
Still I ignore
every clock on the wall
Each ticking second,
the minutes that fall
For all I see is
the beautiful view
Of every new day
I am starting with you
Good Morning Soupers
I only tell of sunny hours…
for vampires are my bane
cast a shapeless chill
upon my timeless shame.
Oh sunrise, dear sunrise
first touch of daylight’s glow
awaken me – unbind stone hands
as dancing shadows grow
upon the patterns of my soul
across my tarnished face
count with me those sunny hours
cold lifeless hands retrace.
©1/31/2019
Sundial Wisdom Poetry Contest
Julia Ward - sponsor
I only tell of sunny hours.
"You are quite strange," I hear you say.
“Why would you choose to use your powers
in this unrealistic way?”
I say, “Though dark exists, my frame
of mind directs me to the light,
for Optimism is my name,
and good is foremost in my sight.”
January 30, 2019, entered in Julia Ward's Sundial Wisdom Poetry Contest
February 2019 PLACED THIRD in Carolyn Devonshire's Hope Poetry Contest
The great circle dawning light have given past,
Cockcrows, birds chirping, life springs, into new beauty.
Noon, o how it warmed the humid fill air fast;
Afternoon, it grows cold, and weary, its neglect of duty,
Scarcer the sight of life, to the evening cracks,
Where the beauty sets its last warm felt glow,
Loves journey, two way streets, once overflowed, now lacks,
Daunting nightfall has crept where love lets go.