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 #448727 added August 17, 2006 at 10:55am Restrictions: None
Doves
Iron and concrete poles
entwine in a whimsical embrace
while the doves as toppers--perched
on the railing--absorb
the rays of the sun.
Inside twitching seasons,
their days seesaw,
as all life must come and go,
but a dove does not scorn
with a harsh, critical gaze
the railing on the bridge
it roosts on.
(from "Para/Poem Challenge "Open"" ) |
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