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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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	 Green Peas at Stake  #452645 added September 4, 2006 at 4:25pm Restrictions: None	 
	Apology 
	If I stand now in front of you 
as daring as the housefly  
on a frog's nose, 
it is because I have 
not done before  
what I ought to have done, 
for I am not an angel after all, 
and to unwrap a happier tomorrow 
from these frigid winter hours, 
I would like to rearrange the 
timetable of an adverse past 
to let a tacit scar fade away 
into the dead language of myth, 
so we both feel blessed  
for the warm wind's promise to transform 
my prickly image in your heart.  
 
 
Prompt: Write a poem in which you make an apology to someone without using "I'm sorry" anywhere in the poem. | 
 
 
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