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 #453159 added September 6, 2006 at 9:37pm Restrictions: None
Reflections on the Boat's Hull
To make a madcap mockery
of the full moon, the water ripples
to reflect it back on the hull,
macabre like a dead man's visage
with a ghost's mien, meddling into
the grief of the day, to appeal
for aid from the dark side,
as if in mimesis of
a liquid fallen angel,
while I think of me without you,
tying up the oars.
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For Para/Poem using the words:
Macabre
Madcap
Meddle
Mien
Mimesis
Mockery
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