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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Mushrooms, Splinters, and Thorns #671615 added October 13, 2009 at 6:39pm Restrictions: None
Taking off
Thoughts Wide and Far
No end to the cosmos, the galaxies, the stars
or no end to the black holes that could take you
on an infinite journey, but you never think of these things
when you eat, sleep, go to work, have children,
lose a job, find a job, fight or make peace.
There may exist one universe or many, it does not matter
since there is only you, no one like you, and
you may as well be more than you
or you may not be who you think you are. |
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