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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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#970953 added December 4, 2019 at 12:27pm
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Butterflies and Siblings
Prompt: If a butterfly lands on you, do you think it is a message from a loved one who has passed?

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No, I have no such illusions. I am sure, on the other side, my loved ones are busier with more important things than messaging poor old me. *Rolling*

According to scientific sources:

If you find a butterfly coming down to rest on your arm, it's probably just looking for salt. According to Animal Corner, there is a belief that butterflies landing on you will bring you good luck, but, in all likelihood, they're simply attracted to your sweat.


Mixed flowers in a basket



Prompt: In your opinion, what qualities would make a perfect brother and what qualities would make a perfect sister? And if you have one or the other or both, in what ways would you want them to change?

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Leave it to me to come up with a prompt that I cannot answer myself. *Bigsmile*

I have no brothers or sisters. Boy, did I wish to have them all my life!

But I have cousins; wonderful, fantastic, capable cousins, each one a gem. In fact, one of them is my best friend for life.

Do they make up for the lack of siblings for me? No!

Since all of them have their own siblings. And guess to whom they run to when they need something. Their own siblings first. Me, later, if ever.

That is why all my life I wanted a sibling, which-at my age-I want no more because it is a major impossibility since both my parents are gone.

My cousin/best-friend tells me I should be happy because I had the best of everything that they didn’t have. The way I look at it: Big deal! Material things don’t count.

Cynthia Hand, in Hallowed, says, “Christian is staring at us. He’s an only child and could never understand the delicate joys of sibling abuse.” It may just be that I am a glutton for such a delicate joy! *Laugh*



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