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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. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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#1082635 added January 21, 2025 at 11:55am
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The Most Beautiful Things
Prompt: The most beautiful things
«The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.»
Helen Keller
In your opinion, which kinds of things are the most beautiful, seen, touched, or just felt?


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As to seen, touch, or heard things, I love people, my sons, sunsets and sunrises, the ocean, birds, trees, flowers, even weeds, animals, the rain, and the feel of the fur of a beloved cat in my hand when she was alive and I used to stroke her,

Where the unseen and untouched is concerned, still, all people--even those I haven't met and will never be able to meet--and perhaps music I like and the voices of the ones I love.

Yet, there are other more beautiful things that do not fit into the touched, seen, or heard categories. Memories that mean a lot me take the first row. Here are my memories of my family members who have passed on or those who are still alive but are so scattered all over the world that constant communication is a problem. To those memories, compassion and empathy are attached, which are probably the most beautiful feelings for us humans.

Also, the faith and wonder in believing somethings greater than me or in Someone the greatest, who shows me the boundless possibilities of life and the mysteries of the universe, and all those things I can't even begin to imagine.

Then, compassion, hope, and love are also very beautiful, if in right doses and in proper amounts. Most anything dear to me is beautiful, anyway, for they are treasures of my heart, felt not by sight or touch, but by the light of our shared humanity.


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