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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 #1083121 added February 1, 2025 at 1:31pm Restrictions: None
All Those Experts!
Prompt:
WDC's calendar's prompt was for January --What expert do you wish come teach you what they know? Why?
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What expert to teach me what I don't know? "Let me count the ways!" Naturally for me, I don't know everything. That's a given.
To reiterate, I lack knowledge in many things, but do I want to work with an expert at my age? No way! Though my rejection is not for my sake, but for the benefit of that poor expert. I can just imagine him or her talking to me through his or her teeth and saying, "Didn't we go over this, yesterday? How quickly you forgot!"
Although people like me do require expert advice across several areas of life to make sure they do stay well, be safe. and keep their quality of life up to par. So far, I've been safe enough. Safe that I didn't endanger anyone else...yet! I guess I am well enough, too, if you don't count my nervous cardiologist's advices with his forcedly calm voice. Come to think of it, he's the one discovering this or that noise coming from my insides, while no such noise bothers me at all.
As to my extra safety and quality of life, my two sons are on it. Yesterday, one of them noticed I was shuffling my feet while I walked. I told him it was the slippers that shuffled and not me. And Heaven Forbid, I should cough or sneeze. Both sons get on my case, forgetting that I'm highly allergic to environmental anything. So you see, I'm already surrounded by experts.
Then, with all those experts around and at me already, why would I wish other experts bugging me or me bugging them!
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