A poem I wrote 4 years ago. Have twiddled with it off and on ever since. Sometimes I thought there might be a novel in it, but prolly not.
THE SUNDIAL MAN
The Sundial Man has twelve parts:
All man’s science and all man’s arts.
When with his love he stopped to play,
Many hours fell away.
The Sundial Man walks around,
Pacing across his private grounds,
He gently strokes his lover’s face,
Then leaves her for his silent race.
The Sundial Man was born at dawn,
And when it’s dusk, he will be gone.
His corpse will lie alone, unprotected;
but come the ‘morrow – resurrected!
This poem is a nursery rhyme
You need to hear from time to time.
Yeaaaa SUNDIAL MAN.
Yeeaaaa JOE HILL. I appreciate that Joe Hill, a successful novelist, shared this sweet little poem. Share it. Get it out of your brain. Don’t keep shit hidden in folders on your computer.