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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Goldberg Variations Descending from the throne of glory,
a sequence of echoes
cradle the souls in flesh,
and three canons later,
circle the air,
converting notes
into elegance, grace, ease,
one side of a pyramid,
a psychic shape
with repeats heightening
the organ's keys.
Akin to holy scriptures
of triangular formulation,
creation, redemption, sanctification,
symmetry in measured groups
in dramatic crescendo,
soars high through flue pipes,
the tones awakening
stained glass panes,
round, rectangular, square,
under domes, in patterns
contrapuntal.
Next, a massive hush
on a wave's sweep,
drifts anchorless,
seeking harbor
in the darkest corner,
urging me to locate
uncharted terrains within.
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