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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!
Green Peas at Stake
#452698 added September 4, 2006 at 9:20pm
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Going Back
I stagger with a single memory,
dubious now through time's questioning,
while night rains in transit
target the dark crossroads
of the sea town of my birth
and a palmetto leaf's pure hands
reach out to comfort
the tar-stained beach.
Then, as I try to recall an old guitar
that once thrummed an ancient, frisky tune,
someone's laugh collides
into my thoughts.


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Written for Para/Poem using 6 words:
Collide, Transit, Dubious, Pure, Target, Single

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