About This Author
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 #592047 added June 20, 2008 at 12:06am Restrictions: None
Two Beasts
Two beasts allege my dreams are their territory.
One howls, the other horrifies.
One runs after me with its revolting pleas,
the other whines with unrelenting complaints.
They darken my nights with their neediness,
one with inexplicable desires,
the other with rowdy demands.
One beast is my ego,
the other my expectations,
both stark and sturdy
with no justification.
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