Five Poems

Hello friends,

Five small poems this week. The first two are palindromes that are also perfect anagrams of each other:

TIME TURNS THE SHADOWS, pt. 1

Sun up, still....
A sun I saw.

Time grew old.
A sad, lower gem,
it was in us all —

It spun us.

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TIME TURNS THE SHADOWS, pt. 2

Sun us!

I emit wards —
gel still a wan opus,
upon a wall....

Its legs 
draw time.

I sun us.

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And this third poem is a palindrome-by-word:

TIME TURNS THE SHADOWS, pt. 3

Time keeps forever.
It grows us in light.
The unfurling days see shadows turn.
In turn,
shadows see days unfurling.
The light in us grows.
It forever keeps time.

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Finally, two anagram-poems:

THE MAD SCIENTIST (Anagrammed Lines)

The mad scientist's laboratory:
Atomic rays dart, slit the bones.
Robotic analysts read the mist,
as the calibrated monstrosity
rises — that ode, in a crystal tomb.

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GALILEAN MOONS (Anagrammed Lines)

Any deep astronomical dialogue
cited, you parade Galilean moons:
Ganymede, Io, Europa, and Callisto.