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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 #579182 added April 13, 2008 at 6:21pm Restrictions: None
Selling Knives (Dew drop 13)
Selling Knives
to whom it may concern
I don't mean to change the subject
from your fun activities like hunting deer or
candidates or Italian villa rentals to
dramatic dismay, and I know it hurts too much
to talk about the war, homelessness,
dead children, where we are headed,
bloodletting, and suffering.
Instead, I pick on the knife industry
that advertises its wares with words like,
"Lifetime supply of incredibly sharp edges."
I pick on the phrase lifetime supply,
I pick on the sharpness virus,
the cutting, the preemptive anything,
the rubble we lost ourselves in,
while not letting seeds regenerate under
the ground to feed the entire planet.
I pick on this one ad, because trifles
veil reality; trifles console me.
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