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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!
Off the Cuff / My Other Journal
#747943 added February 27, 2012 at 6:37pm
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Titles
Out of the blue, it occurred to me to hoard titles: Not other book, movie, or song titles but what I would hear, read, or see that could make a good title for a story or a novel.

Whoosh! My brain was flooded in a short time. After writing down several pages of possible titles for two days, I realized that those titles I picked could also double up as prompts. Anyhow, anything becomes a prompt when I put my mind to it. The problem is in finding that mind, which plays hide-and-seek.

Here are a few of my titles and the stories behind them:

Man on the Roof:
While we were in the car, I saw a neighbor fixing his roof.

Wide Sweep:
The same neighbor's wife was sweeping their driveway while the husband was on the roof. (No, he didn't fall on her!)

Pouring Coffee:
You got it! Me helping myself to a cup. The phrase has caffeine in it, don't you think? In the least, it implies vigor, a Starbucks story maybe, or even something more.

To Make a Day of It:
A snippet from hubby's offer for some leisure activity.

Self-Storage:
The sign of a Storage Business. When the words are taken separately, their meanings might imply something psychological, or psycho, if you like.

Keys in Hand:
That was hubby walking with keys in his hand, but in a story, keys could mean so many things.

The Knock-off Version:
From Jimmy Cramer's Mad Money talk. Somehow this rings a bell, but which bell I can't say. Can it be the closing bell for the markets? Ahha! Here is another one: The Closing Bell

And I better stop now, before I find myself in a padded cell. *Laugh*


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