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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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Daily Cascade #1076952 added September 18, 2024 at 11:50am Restrictions: None
Autumn
Prompt:
Write a poem about autumn for your Blog entry today.
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Autumn
when summer fades,
nature plays a wistful song,
for soon, autumn will whisper
soft and slow, wearing a cloak
of red, amber, yellow
and I'll remember tales from
long ago, on nights wider
in gentle rain, with scent of cider
and fields of grain, harvest moon,
and falling leaves with their tune
a palette of colors they'd blend
for my broken heart to mend
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