5th December 2013

Sonnet 33


What's the giant Cyclops head sunflower seen

That turns his solar power'd and driven eye

With  beaten golden petals drowning in green

Seas of photosynthesised alchemy?

Symbolic devotion alone can't ride

Out global warming; tidal waves or face

Industrial pesticides; choose to hide

The consequences of waste and disgrace.

The brutal brilliant truth's you need my shine

To pattern those potent seeds in your brow,

If harvests fail - you say the fault's all mine,

But how many seasons left to us now?

Here's the maths theory part,  don't disdaineth,

Fibonacci* style's how you guys staineth.



*alludes to seeds gaining maximum advantage by virtue of mathematical sequence discovered by Fibonacci.