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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. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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#947014 added December 7, 2018 at 12:24pm
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A Persiflage to Dylan Thomas
Prompt: Write a story or poem using this quote from Dylan as inspiration. Have fun!
“The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.”
― Dylan Thomas, Quite Early One Morning: Stories



Where I Live

(a persiflage to Dylan Thomas)


No “crisp paths” here
or December freeze,
but the grass is mostly green
if not torched by the sun,
and our “ghosts on dry toasts”
come out at night
as moles, raccoons, and wailing birds.

No snow to bury anything
but life to do us in, while we,
through our palm-sheltered days,
totter about and stumble
over our dark knots
whining, rasping, wheezing,
toward the predictable end
where the world never was.


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