Light clocks ideas using a world to a 12 hour clock face, basically divided by the north and south hemispheres. The original one has numbers around it, but going anti-clockwise, as the Earth goes around the sun. It has a 0-6 measurement.
However, then I thought that some light even gets to the poles in mid-winter, so I thought I’d use a 12 measurement system, with 3 the lowest rating.
I couldn’t see anything like it online, so is it original… and worth thinking about? Or has it been thought about, but not been considered worthy?
The first T-20 Y-day eve is upon us. It was quite some weather day too, with the mist turning up on the last day of its two-months part of mistYmuse, and then evaporating as the sun strengthened in the afternoon, as it’s supposed to do in Mist Evaporation Week (MEW) before a pinky POP (PinkyOrangePurple) sunset (as written in yesterday’s blog post, although the sun doesn’t really rise and fall as it looks to us, it does rise and set to us; they are all human concepts, along with solstices and equinoxes etc).
I didn’t know how I was going to celebrate it, and then thought of writing a poem containing twenty Ts! It only reached seven! So I wrote another one, which had twenty-two!! So, thinking of marketing, that’s nine bonus Ts, coloured in tawny, making it quite some T20 party… sure is where I wanna be x 3!!!
all was quiet
on Y-day eve morning thick mist reminded one
of green(y-Y)grey dawning
not if ‘you’re’travelling, my ‘self-ish’ thoughts unravelling
sun shone through
the sky turned blue
as if remembering Y-rise
a nice surprise
Yesterday itdawned on me todayiTy fits into philosotea
part of my philosophy time after coffilosophy
written in prose poetry
trouble with my psyche is, there’s no words for this
I remember Cyndi Lauper time after time
but there’s no music
for something so lethargic
sky pinks I remember magic
The song doesn’t have any message for or from me, and was just the music that came into my head as I wrote ‘time after’, mixed with Eminem, who I’ve cited before. Just watched the video, and amazed she does a T at the end. A fitting finale for the T20 party!!
*In case you’ve returned after first viewing the poem yesterday, when it was published, and think you remember a different poem, the title has been changed from World Turned Upside Down Over Time, and the folding middle line from political systems shapeshift, humanity remains insideout.
Marc Latham’s new Folding Mirror poem needs no introduction. Should the middle-aged be true to what they were or are? Are they what they were? Were they what they are?
Living in the Middle-Ages
remember my rebellion
things I believed
were destroying my soul
that I wanted to escape
the age old enemy within
individual in society
always being true
to what you are
trying to die
before something kills you
political systems spin around, humanity remains upside down
adapting to slowing down
landing at sea
who am I now
ideas used up
festivals need cleaners
keeping it real each day
survival in the wild means
other life making way
my inner thoughts
combined with conservation
Marc Latham’s latest shape Folding Mirror poem exhibits how poems are shaped from various words, with the content also drawing on the subject of structure being formed over time: in space, humanity and puzzles. Of course, time also ultimately breaks the structures.