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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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Fruit under the Tree -----------------------------------------------------
Prompts
Interior object: a notebook
Exterior sight: fruit dropping under the Tangelo tree
Broadcast media: A song “Love can move mountains”
Print media: A newspaper article
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We have countless things to talk about
but walls,
things, miles
get in the way.
So two years ago, I started this
“Mead--Five-Star Composition-Book”
and wrote on the first page,
“Letters to my Son,”
now half-full.
The wind sneaking in from the open window
is taking its dark teal cover
to a slow-dance, in step
with the sappy song on the radio:
“There ain’t a dream that don’t have the chance
To come true now
It just takes a little faith, baby.”
More than a dreamer,
a young man away from home,
you are after
fairy tale tracks in the jungle;
to avoid disgust
--both yours and mine--
I try not to become my mother.
Instead, I prop you up and squint
with locked-in instinct or pride
at the newspaper article
you sent from Washington D.C.
“Light on the Debate Trail”
carrying your byline,
a rehearsal or the start of true passage.
Suddenly, a thud in the backyard...
I notice that the wind has dropped
a plumb fruit
precisely under the tangelo tree.
A motion, a tune, this perfect time shift
unveil a rhythm of things only the heart knows.
Thus, hoisted by your phrases,
I go from feelings
to writing.
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