Question of Possession

The question of possession

Quietly vexes the poetess

In late night contemplation

Of cause and effect

Though far too late

For coffee and conjecture

The mind is lured to venture

To where the pen begins

Who stirs the metaphor’s storms

And who provides the shelter?

Which is the stem

And which is the nectar?

Is the Tower of Babel

Ours to fend?

Or are we are poetry’s

Means to an end?

In idle introspection

Imagination slow dances

With it’s discretions

In the verses and the vise versa’s

The questions of vessels

The quandary of curtains, persists

Peeling back to reveal endearing visions

And paradoxical wizards

Who wish very much to profess

The origins but seem only to digress

Thus, I wonder

Do we write the words

Or do the words write us?

And if we, indeed, are the medium—

What, then, could be the reason?

Their giving us the glory

For their gorgeous stories

Nonplussed, in our descent

Into those quixotic throes

Do we invent them?

Do they amend us?


Nobody knows, nobody knows

a. duncan, 2019



Featured artwork: Edward Franciszek Mateusz Okuń

Video featured song: Philip Glass – String Quartet No. 3 (Mishima)

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8 thoughts on “Question of Possession

    1. Oh, Watt… if you could see the blush that came over my cheeks reading this. What an *immense* compliment coming from you. What beautiful words to describe something I created… I’m floored. Thank you ever so much 🥰♥️


  1. April, April, April

    “In idle introspection
    Imagination slow dances
    With it’s discretions”

    And, are we truly at the mercy of the poetry? Cause and effect…

    I think you have a magical symbiosis with words, a beautiful entanglement in the shape of an infinity sign. No beginning nor end, the vixen and her words, the words and her vixen.


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    1. Rachel, Rachel, Rachel.

      You and Watt have me beaming like the harvest moon. A magical symbiosis with words…? How do I describe the way that makes me feel? How honored I am by that statement… from you, such an incomparable presence in my world, such an endlessly talented poetess herself!

      Le sigh! I need the words to write this one for me because I have none adequate enough. I am flattered beyond the pale. Xoxoxoxoxo

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  2. A brilliant introspective piece on the challenges faced by a poet. 🙂 Love the flowing music mixed with such husky words.
    ‘Though far too late / For coffee and conjecture
    The mind is lured to venture / To where the pen begins’ – So true! A great tribute to late-night inspirations. Another wonderful piece! ❤

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    1. Tommmm. My little sprig of Christmas mistletoe. Have I told you lately that I love you?! Thank you so much, Slumdog sweetheart. You always reference special lines, as if you already know what they meant coming out of me. I am giddy and wildly grateful for this response. ♥️❄️🙃

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