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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Noise You crave noise to stoop
and cheer the icons
within your sight
that
loiter like specters
in front of you, a sight
inside this world
and so near
your nostrils, with
a manner of
injecting disturbance
to a crowd,
egging on violence
from the surface
penetrating into humanity.
You crave noise
to hear
falsehoods
that
drift away
from the truth in
your bottle
that
wasted so many lives,
growing
the vine, begging
the sun, the earth
and
the downpour
just
to shove the grapes
under feet.
You crave noise
to deny
the existence
of your own voice,
quivering
with hunger
to be heard.
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