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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
#582049 added April 28, 2008 at 12:54pm
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The Pain of Packing (Dew Drop 27)
The Pain of Packing

To conjure up happy unions
between unmatched pieces,
I go through my closet
my eyes like searchlights.
          Will it rain, will it shine?
          Darn this season of changes!
          I cannot be hot; I cannot be cold.

You'd think I'm getting ready
for the end of the earth or
a trip to Neptune. Folding this,
wrapping that, my body twitches
in anticipation, and I'm
a sniveling worm, which cannot
conceive there's a life
out of its cocoon. Disgusted
with indecision, just anything
I dump in the bag as if
fingering amulets that strip
my fingers. Finally!
I am a woman,
and this is not death.

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