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 #578291 added April 8, 2008 at 1:21pm Restrictions: None
Pettiness (Dew Drop 8)
Pettiness
I am sabotaged by memory.
An internal tantrum
is about to descend
to cut big in shark bites.
To reciprocate the betrayal,
I breathe in, breathe out,
in deep, long mantra-puffs,
and my recall returns like
the ivory inlay on a box
after a good scrub.
What if I find
what I tried to remember
is of no consequence!
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