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 #742041 added December 18, 2011 at 3:36pm Restrictions: None
Winter Night
Wish-like, white flakes in the night
imprint their logo, then
nest on the ground, letting
treetops peek through windows, to witness
exhausted dreams leave
ritual offerings for spirit gods.
: "Winter" Acrostic. Won Kiya's impromptu contest late last night. (12/17/2011)
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