Joy Huntley
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Dreary Eyed
Miracle unjaded mind. Child borne of love and weeping. Awaken then to this unsleeping world of suns always creeping. Unending path and pathos keeping. It is all I know or ever will know. All has been said, lied, or tongue beated. Go now into the earth and add nothing. All was forever here and forever will be. Diversified and separated like stars in the sky yield they a pattern make unrelated and get recognized. Now I know how it is done, dreary eyed.
By Joy Huntley5 years ago in Poets
Tulielimps
Joy is a vibrant red tulip whose petals are as ephemerally durable as the skin of a dirty pink hog's nose. Joy is a dark truffle getting a snog from said hog whose snout seemingly does not wear out. Everything is relative, but people are unique. Therefore, I am unique. Brave cloaks my spirit and my mantle of furry black and tan kids suits me well. I wallow in the mire of imagination. If imagination is everything, then I have everything. Imagination is like a comfortable white marshmallow whose glow and call cannot be denied. I am the wind, the rain, and the sea. Azul. Infinite. The trees speak to me on their brown bark spires. They absorb me in their green currency. They teach me energy is my most important color. I am happy. I am me. I am as jubilant as a ruby. I am also the multi-faceted white diamond glittering in the sunlight. How can I not be? The name of my favorite color is like a sweet nickname full of love. And so my vibrant red tulip becomes Tulielimps. A name full of love given to my son.
By Joy Huntley5 years ago in Poets
