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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 #1061931 added January 5, 2024 at 11:27am Restrictions: None
On the Mountaintop
Prompt:
Random words for inspiration on this first Friday in January:
snow, wind, mountaintop, survival, pickles, colorful, seat, and a bikini.
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on the *mountaintop so high,
*survival's *seat, cold and bold,
*snow and *wind hugging the sky,
nature's dare, as if a tale, told.
fancy crystals in winter's embrace,
*bikini dreams in frost's domain
like frozen *pickles in icy grace...
where's the warmth in heart's refrain?
wind whispers secrets to the peaks,
that chill in the air, a test of might,
a snowflake dances and landing it seeks
on this vision dressed in white.
my wishes for spring lie in the frost
my *colorful dreams, now empty quests,
nature's lessons I easily lost,
yet, this silenced day, I find my rest.
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