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 #577760 added April 6, 2008 at 12:38am Restrictions: None
Watch Where You're Going! (April 5 - Dew Drop 5)
Watch Where You’re Going
“Watch where you’re going!”
Don’t spill the brew
with a dark espresso gurgle,
swirling like a black hole.
How quickly we forgot the warning!
We darted, climbed,
plunged, as years whirled--
the same, anew--into
caffeine-filled avenues,
and we despaired
the same oracular S.O.S.
“Watch where you’re going!”
on slippery roads
in solitary nights with
stinging thorns.
Two little girls in
dark rooms, we bounced
on coiled mattresses
like coffee jiggling in a cup.
“Watch where you are going!”
Who’d know someday
we’d run into doors
we could not open?
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