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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
#502940 added April 20, 2007 at 9:09am
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Risky Business
Risky Business

Stranger, you,
from the dark roads,
come to me every night
dreamlike, creating a myth
of starry hours,
but I am made of solitudes,
and my sorrow you cannot obscure
with seizures of tenderness.
Still I, attempt to spin
a thin, threadlike bridge
to a world newly invented
with a feverish hope
that my feet won’t fail me
when I cross over
to you.


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Write a poem to the prompt “crossing a thin, thread-like bridge.”


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