| 
 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.
 ![Joy Sweeps  [#1514072]
Kiya's gift. I love it!](http://www.InkSpot.Com/main/trans.gif)  
 
 | 
	 Green Peas at Stake  #578482 added April 9, 2008 at 10:12pm Restrictions: None	 
	In the Clouds (Dew Drop 9} 
	In the Clouds 
 
I'll be a cloud diviner 
like the aloof man from China 
I once met at the foot  
of the Golden Gate Bridge. 
He sat on a rock, facing  
the clouds at dusk with  
reverence, "For mortality; yet,  
for immortality," he said. 
 
But, I'll be a seer unlike him.  
Unlike him, I'll breathe fire,  
I'll fatten up the clouds to 
slide on for dancing the tango, 
my tango nuevo, for kicking the air  
with my shapely legs, and I'll   
wear my red bolero and red  
stilettos with ankle straps;  
then I'll take my brushes up  
to paint the clouds in dazzling colors.   
 
Next, the show-off that I am, 
with my ceremonial hands, 
I'll put bee-hives in my clouds  
for the bees to pollinate life  
again, for I'll plant flowers on  
all continents that no one can 
trample. But first, I'll ask  
the clouds this, about me. 
This yearning for another realm, 
will it ever go away? 
 
 
 
 | 
 
 
© Copyright 2008 Joy (UN: joycag at Writing.Com). All rights reserved. Joy has granted InkSpot.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.  
 |