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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
#605918 added September 7, 2008 at 8:45pm
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The Ant in the Milk
The ant in the milk
didn’t go in there
by chance. Dissatisfied
with its lot, it
focused on the spilling
universe of white
in the glass. How paltry
that desire seems now,
when the ant is fighting
for breath?
Luckily, a wooden pick
comes to its rescue,
from the hand of one
who seeks nothing
after a thousand or more
such drownings.


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