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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
#582067 added April 28, 2008 at 2:18pm
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Synchronization (Dew Drop 28)
Synchronization

Today, spring intones in
a soft soprano voice.
There's singing inside
the new grass, in sprouting
happy green, and in the rhythm
of rivulets meandering
on the window pane.
The tune of the first rose,
so perfect, one can hardly believe
it was hiding inside the bud,
and I am too afraid
to move away from the window,
lest I lose the song.


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