When I was a kid, I was fascinated with all things outer space–planets, the moon, stars, and sun. Solar eclipses were exciting, and I remember trying to make an eclipse viewer with pieces of cardboard. There’s a total eclipse happening tonight, so in its honor, here are a trio of poems from past posts. They hint at the possibilities and flights of imagination that the heavens inspire in me.
©A. D. Joyce, 2016
i dip my pen into my liquid core
hoping to find the words
only to find myself drawn even deeper
to the love you leave for me
hot as gravity
i am your molten remains
you the depth of my earth
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
Science is basically an inoculation against charlatans. – Neil Degrasse Tyson
Science
uses what we know
to understand the unseen,
as in blood signifies
the covered wound
and tears imply
the soft core
of a hardened heart.
Breath is the soul’s body.
Silence betrays the secret.
The reality of time
is disproved by sleep,
while dreams inform reality.
Many things masquerade as love
but love is a prime
that has no substitute.
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
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