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 #405940 added February 10, 2006 at 5:42pm Restrictions: None
A Crocus Opening
When you’ll leap from the deep
obeying nature’s verdict,
you’ll feel the sap
inside your stem,
rushing the season,
and you’ll know where you’re going.
So you’ll open your eyes
to the sun, appealing
for detached rays of light;
inside the vacuum-refreshed
density of your universe,
you, a galaxy of hope
will change hue
to dainty purple petals.
And you’ll bloom,
raising your neck
from the patch
left by the last snow,
like the white space
so important
between the stanzas
of a poem,
welcoming what chance brings.
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