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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!
Mushrooms, Splinters, and Thorns
#326653 added October 13, 2009 at 6:12pm
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Shrimp Dancing
Until a few years ago, in factories where dried shrimp were being prepared, "shrimp dancers" were hired to tramp on the shells with special shoes.

Shrimp dancing on dreams
to crack open their shells,
those dreams birthed in me,
lucid, unspoiled, untouched, undeveloped,
whether in sync with the earth or otherworldly,
I watch my dreams,
I dance my dreams,
as if wanting to get away
without a passport,
in an attempt to weed out
the ghosts of want and illusion,
to the sound of my last bed’s embracing sheets
as if multihued autumn leaves rustling
in winter’s fluttering shade.






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