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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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Green Peas at Stake #775088 added March 22, 2013 at 11:53am Restrictions: None
Feb. 16, 2013
A Memory
bait-box smells of sea
my uncle's oars splash and dash
mackerels in pail
underneath the wharf
dumped from a lobsterman's traps
a heap of dead crabs |
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