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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
#579761 added April 16, 2008 at 5:51pm
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This Dark Thing (Dew Drop 15)
This Dark Thing

                   "I am terrified by this dark thing"
                                       Sylvia Plath


Dark weaves its web
at the center of the earth,
celebrating a black light
of a certain glow, not so kind,
changing plain stones to stars
--all mystery and splendor--
then to black holes, like a fierce ascetic
sending vibes, drilling holes in
your life to turn all your words
into shrieks, for you lived
worshiping shadows with
future diminishing and
a steel wind in a haste;
still unfinished,
you hold up a lamp with
the flame of your oracle eyes.


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