Poetry list
the clock that blooms
planted in cogs and
wheels there springs
a movement measured
and measuring as the
hanging weight
pendulums the unique
possibility of moment
it is hours not just
mine when hands
and numerals root
and shoot into the
beauty that blooms
and perishes blossoming
time and fruitful end
passing on and away
as individual life and
form is gathered into
an all that needs
nothing
© Neil Thompson 2025