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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.
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Green Peas at Stake #601620 added August 12, 2008 at 11:10pm Restrictions: None
For a Split Second
The way you twirled the wine
and sniffed, with a hint of prophecy,
reminded me of a man
I once loved, as if
I smelt the brine from a wave.
Then a fog covered my eyes
and I docked my boat
of antique recollections
with an absurd longing.
By the time you took a sip
and nodded, I was already
back in your presence,
back from an ocean
thrashing and swelling
without forgiveness.
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