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 #1080631 added November 29, 2024 at 12:00pm Restrictions: None
Books
Prompt: Words
Hope your Thanksgiving was everything you needed it to be.
Please use these words in your entry today: bargain, disaster, bookstore, groceries, walk, chocolate, and peanuts.
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Books
those simple joys in life, they keep me warm
no simple storm ever can steal their charm
like today, I *walked with my spirit high
just to pass rows of stores where goods could lie
with treasures and *bargains, as if a game
but an ancient *bookstore did call my name
so I now picked books in spines of gold
edges worn with many-a-tale untold
as if tasting *chocolate, rich and deep
and scent of *peanuts roasting, just to sweep
me off my feet; yet, when I left the store
it was squalls, rain, and life tested me more
a *disaster, no less, my patience was worn
"no *groceries now, for my wallet's torn!"
I clutched my books since my heart would be fed
still I could laugh and then, press ahead
books with joys of fancy keep me warm
and no storm today can steal their charm
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