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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  #578048 added April 7, 2008 at 10:33am Restrictions: None	 
	What is not said…  ( Dew Drop 7 -April 7) 
	What is not said… 
 
Auntie Em, at eighty-two, with damp 
white hair and pale face, talks of  
her life in ceaseless thirst: the bliss  
of her childhood when she rode  
in the rumble seat of Model A Ford; 
the hands of a pianist, her first  
love; how she fell into marriage like  
a meek doppelganger with icy eyes;   
how she gathered sea shells and  
kelp from the sea foam on sand  
on her wedding day; the child that  
never was; her immigrant neighbor’s  
swearing like an anarchist in rage; 
her husband’s ashes in the urn  
one day she’ll throw in the sea  
as she promised him, just not yet. 
 
Auntie Em talks of the town council,  
Orchard Drive’s traffic, old fashions, 
pinwheels, her barmaid sister-in-law,  
her cane, bean soup and prophecies,  
crabapple trees, caraway seeds,  
pineapple upside-down cakes, tarts,  
éclairs, weather vanes, night sweats, 
rheumatoid arthritis, backaches, but  
she never talks of the cancer,  
gnawing her within, gruesome, aslant,  
and in between her voice  
and my nodding, what is not said  
encrypts itself into how similar we are,  
in holding back our shivering 
inside word clouds, as if  
paying homage to life. 
 
 
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