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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
#605895 added September 7, 2008 at 6:04pm
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Fickle Moon
Fickle moon
feeds the aloneness in you,
shining on flower beds, creeks,
waterfalls, springs,
hills, crypts, and boulders
to make everything sparkle
only to lose them
in an instant
to their shadows.

Proud though on its own,
just a rock thrust in heavens
by titans spuming fire,
it lulls you with night breezes
to make you shimmer
inside what you are not.

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