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.
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Everyday Canvas #1066307 added March 15, 2024 at 10:13am Restrictions: None
Words
Prompt:
Use these fun words in your entry today: learn, quarrel, register, barrier, pan, night, stock, scream, and me.
In the Middle of the Night
in the middle of the *night, I aim to see
inside my thoughts, and *learn to be free
my *pan of emotions, a simmering stew,
in depths of darkness, I'll know what is true
as each moment *registers my soul's plea,
breaking through *barriers, an edict I decree
from my *stock of *quarrels, I search and rescue
one silent *scream, a strength I value
for at the end, it's just life and *me,
in the middle of the night, tired and free
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