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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Everyday Canvas #929065 added February 17, 2018 at 2:03pm Restrictions: None
Eye of the Beholder
Prompt: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. - Old Saying.
Write a story or poem about something you think is beautiful but no one else agrees with you. Write and have fun.
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The Leaf that Withered on the Tree
the mystery is in
its impossible ruin
but picked for a lesser life
the leaf that withered
on the branch
with emaciated cells
and dark rusty color
fated to kiss the ground
yet, it is less a leaf
but more of the sun
like a prayer
remaining crisp
on a candle’s flame
rising to look down
to give solace with a kiss
to the insignificant
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