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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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A countdown to nada
Less than zero
Nothing more
A little bit of something less
A minus point deplored
An instant caught in the blink of an eye
That was never really there
A tiny speck held in bated breath
With nothing left to spare
A miniscule microdot
Of a tidbit cut in half
Less now than it was before
A snicker, not a laugh
as always,
wordsy.
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"a thin trail of whispers
across a wandering mind
faint flashes of fantasy
that I often find
merely jaded shadows
of who I used to be
they fill with words, my pages
for all the world to see"
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