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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
#454754 added September 14, 2006 at 2:49pm
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Jane: The Bag Lady on the Beach
She thought
she was born secluded
in Neptune's arms,
where the fish conversed
with hints and allusions
like some kind of junk
resembling Zen,
then the waves ushered her to
this mundane world.
"She's psychotic," people said,
but I saw her as spirit,
weighed down by a label
and confined by an
inherent flaw, pondering
the ocean's edge,
her infinite softness akin to
the foam on waves, searching
for a potent inner life
as the world waited for
the invention of a conceptual cure
for manufacturing minds.

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Written for "Para/Poem Challenge "Open" using 6 words:
Confine
Allusion
Hint
Seclude
Mundane
Usher

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