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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Everyday Canvas #929370 added February 23, 2018 at 8:43pm Restrictions: None
Who?
Prompt: Please use these words in your blog entry--- ankh paralyzed, blackout, buzz, messenger, bark. Have fun.
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the temple has
a wide entrance
where the goddess
holds the ankh in her hand
casting magic
with her cyclopean eye
who knows what relief
her messenger will bring
when words are broken open
tongue paralyzed
and this imperfect buzz
then a sardonic bark
so much debris in living
blackout with pizzazz?
who crossed the circle
rather
who circled the cross?
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