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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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The Muse Says The Muse says:
"In astringent air of the night,
I, a child forever,
flick on the lock of
mini-chandeliers
that stay in the margin
and transform
to glimmers in origami,
so stars dive into time
from their tiny glare.
If an uncharitable darkness
sifting through your sorrows
oscillates like a hologram,
I stumble into storage rooms
of creaking wood,
minor misdeeds,
and tainted faults,
to flip on
the circuit breaker.
And when the curl of the moon
is wounded
by the contrails of your lifetime,
in configuration,
I come after you
under the veil of a poem
to tell the truth."
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