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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
#580093 added April 18, 2008 at 7:15pm
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Sunset Beach (Dew Drop 18)
Sunset Beach

The surf comes in like a train
with soft choo choo sounds,
swelling first, far over the ocean,
where sunset begins.
The sun burns its spinning wheel,
to sweep later the ashes
into gliding clouds as its light
pulls up anchor,
and sea foam fizzles down
to dampness on sand.
Then comes my refusal
to walk barefoot on
this beach, for
particles of far-away sands
are already glued
under my toes.

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