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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.
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Green Peas at Stake #504169 added April 25, 2007 at 7:03pm Restrictions: None
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I survive, groping around
in the dark, searching
for something
round the bend,
above the trap doors
of wishful thinking, pain,
betrayal, and residues
of ego's primeval silence,
as I long for another dream,
skipping over
pirated promises,
so incomplete,
like the stones I took for pearls,
not knowing
their expertise lay
in words unsaid.
Write a poem using the prompt “Above the Trap Doors,” quote of a chapter heading from the Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux.
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