from ego to ego

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all those petty crimes committed
without thought of why
or what we wanted
kleptomaniacs
taking out of habit
yet wondering why
our bags were never full
now i know
there were holes
everywhere
and the meaning of it all
had fallen to the ground
finally
there is no blood
the wounds run clear water
soon
there will be only light
i will be the sky
full of stars
countless stars
and the two of us
we are even

©A. D. Joyce, 2018

soundscape

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a trumpet of a day —
the blue sky humming
the green crackle of grass
the chime of a small white butterfly
dancing to the drumbeat
of yellow sunflowers —
and after the red song of sunset
blazes over the horizon
i listen to the sighs
of the deep black night

 

 

 

 

 

©A. D. Joyce, 2017

Solar Eclipse 2016: Three Poems

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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.

voidascenevolution©A. D. Joyce, 2016