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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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A Cup Full of Humble Fragrance #754458 added June 9, 2012 at 12:08pm Restrictions: None
Solo Surfer (June 9 - Surf)
At the tail of a hurricane,
power dances on webbed feet,
carving across the face of a frothy surge.
In reverence, the ocean sends bubbles in the air
to scoop the board and embrace the man,
a solo rider, who circles chaotic currents
to let his board’s nose break over the lip
then reverse direction. He adjusts himself
forward to catch another wave
for the feel of freedom surfing his soul.
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Prompt: Surf
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