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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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Everyday Canvas #877954 added March 31, 2016 at 2:03pm Restrictions: None
Doorknobs
Prompt: Doorknobs. Write anything you want about these.
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Doorknobs are useful in facilitating or blocking passage. Then, there are doorknobs that are invisible, which can only be seen by their owners who put doors between themselves and the outside world. Such a doorknob inspired this poem, today.
how do I let myself out or let someone in
with a grip limp, ambivalent
maybe I need a strong nudge, a catalyst
but I never budge
on tottering promises
so I glower, in vain,
at the brass doorknob
--polished with germ-free wishes--
holding
this exiled poet's forgotten door
motionless
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