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 #939498 added August 10, 2018 at 9:03pm Restrictions: None
Ropa Vieja
Prompt: Have fun with these words: steak, pull, true, minor, quotation, confrontation, sin and constant.
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Ropa Vieja
Mine is a minor sin,
rather a prickling rhythm
pulled out of a pincushion
when it comes to writing
in my blog,
for in the heat of taking
concepts apart,
I introduce a constant confrontation
to every quotation
diagonally reinterpreting
with all the clamor and bravura
its highfalutin’ meaning
as if sabotaging a feast
like steak with red hot peppers
--what the chefs from Cuba
call Ropa Vieja, in other words,
old clothes, with tangles and snags--
and while I wiggle my sentences,
I feed my unblemished record
of causing a true disruption.
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