elysian fields

the science of infatuation

ardent antimatter

gravitating like magnets

toward jupiter’s moon

heliocentric tendencies

thirst like mercury

for the nebula between

variable star consummation

aurora borealis

open mouth’s

elysian fields

eclipses captured

by telescope lens

experiment with

roche limit

a. duncan, 2017







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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

4 thoughts on “elysian fields

    1. I am flattered beyond reason by this feedback. Having stumbled into a creative renaissance recently, after what felt like an infinite period of emotional hibernation and silence, it swells my heart to capacity to be given such a lavish compliment. Thank you for reading it, feeling it. And caring enough to tell me.

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      1. Since we are now both following each other’s work. I feel an honor to be reading this incredible descriptive poem that moved me and made me feel like I was a part of your world.

        Hope you find my poems interesting…their weird just to give you a heads up. My poems will make you take out the dictionary. No Websters dictionary. Google dictionary. Sometimes I’ll invent my own words. Giving you a taste of who I am. 🙂

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      2. Weird… does a terrible disservice in describing your prose. I’ve glimpsed a few this evening and they are surrealist foreplay; unapologetically challenging and you are, in my humble opinion, a master of articulatory phonetics.

        The good news is us writers love a challenge. So if I need to consult with google dictionary – so be it. I consider that a gift. To learn a new language of sorts. The language of you.


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