About This Author
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.
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Mushrooms, Splinters, and Thorns #300556 added October 13, 2009 at 6:25pm Restrictions: None
Let It Rain
Let it rain....
Let it rain,
we’re still out, running
with muscled thighs
and cannot be caught.
Let it rain,
while we can still enter
a million battlefields
alert and awake
and elation filters through our skin
to ring in young ears.
Let it rain
before the earth takes credit
for each breath
and repossesses
what is his
by birthright.
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