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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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Daily Cascade #1077350 added September 27, 2024 at 11:51am
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My Duds
Think about an item of clothing that you loved as a child and write about it. Did you feel grown-up when you wore it? Or maybe more confident? Or Pretty?
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I don't at all remember liking any piece of clothing as a child. It may just be that they dressed me without ever asking my opinion. All I can recall on this subject is how much I disliked being dressed by an adult, regardless of the occasion. I may have liked the school uniform we wore in the first grade and later on because it had pockets and it made me feel that I belonged with my class and the school. I might have been the only child on earth who loved her school uniforms.
Fact is, I have never been into clothes too much, but my mother was, and I don't blame her for she was a stunning beauty. She also dressed me, her only child, like a doll when I was very little and I hated it. As the song says, "I want(ed) to be me."
To this day, my preference for any kind of clothing has to do with its usage. Pockets are my first choice and that the fabric doesn't stick to me much. Then, my second dislike is a totally red dress or shirt. It is possible I might have gained this dislike as an antidote to my mother's pushing me into becoming her doll so I would act "pretty" in a red dress and be like her, and although I did love her, I knew I just wasn't her.
Needless to say, I don't like being pushed to this day. If I sense someone pushing me into anything, --without meaning to-- a nasty answer pops up from my lips...And I am usually easy-going...I think.
Right now, my favorite piece of clothing is a dark gray cotton shirt, loose-fitting, without sleeves, and with two huge pockets on top and it has another secret pocket inside, attached to its hem. As a plus, it doesn't need ironing if I pluck it off the dryer immediately. To my delight, it's grown too old now and is demoted into everyday wear while I am in the house.
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