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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
#541242 added October 12, 2007 at 12:50pm
Restrictions: None
Other Tomorrows
I cringe for today
but wish for other tomorrows,
other than what seems to be etched
on the walls and fallen towers;
other than when the moon
shows its dark side,
other than when ancient fish
reek and ripple with naked scent,
other than when each child
joins the circus
to run away from home,
but I am too hapless
to build a moat
of wishes around
anywhere
to ward off the sting
of bloodthirsty things.



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