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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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#258884 added September 27, 2003 at 8:42pm
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Dance As If Nobody’s Watching
Dance as if nobody’s watching,
rising from the soil
naked, cane-like,
spinning your golden legs,
stomping your feet
atop clouds of sparkles,
so nothing stays the same.

Make your own music
with your own special voice,
sensing the touch
as if giving birth,
to the new you.

If you recall your name,
do not stop the dance,
just raise your head,
and purse your lips
to blow a kiss
at the silver streaks
of remembrance.
Then, feeling a sweet strain,
do not leave anything unsaid.

Surrendering your senses,
cast off your tangled ropes;
as stylishly as you wish,
release the woman within,
to the heart of the universe,
to the pain of pleasure,
to your enchanted fire.



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