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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. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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#920990 added September 27, 2017 at 1:53pm
Restrictions: None
Waking up
Prompt: Autumn mornings, sunshine, crisp air, birds and calmness, year's end and day's beginnings. Write anything you want about this.


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I wake up, thinking
this huge world is one word
yet, who’d guess it?

in my garden, the day’s beginning
in seasonal triumph
since the sun shines, the air’s crisp

the ground’s rusted with leaves
a lone bird sings lusting for spring
on this autumn morning

for others, though,
war, hunger, natural disasters
thickening like distant clouds

and I wish for an imagined bridge
over all the dirt of our world
worth everything we own

a huge puzzle this world
yet who’d guess it
it is only one word


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