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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Green Peas at Stake #383605 added November 3, 2005 at 11:09am Restrictions: None
Last Foam on the Wave
Don’t be scared…
Let the mutinous wave
manipulate you inside
the trap of its relentless arms
to keep you alive multiple times
until it explodes on the rocks
to abandon you there
to your maritime fate,
like a martyr,
so you witness a masque
with pantomime and dancing
to the seabirds’ cries
while you feel their beaks
piercing through
your nothingness.
That is when you discover,
the significance
of your bubbly life:
a short-lived emptiness
on one limitless ocean.
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