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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 #987034 added July 2, 2020 at 6:58pm
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The Island (2020) and Happiness
For "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" 
Prompt: An island rose from the sea. What happens next?
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During the last month of 2019, ash and lava spewed into the ocean after a tiny island rose from an underwater volcano. Then, the lava that had scattered about solidified into rock forming a second ring around the island.
When the scientists and the natives neared the island in their kayaks, they saw vegetation forming on the island, and they noticed what they thought was mud in its middle was a moving mass.
The natives refused, then, to take the scientists further within the newly formed ring, as their myths had warned them about the rising of a winged god from the sea. So, they watched the moving mud from their kayaks. As the natives’ myth had promised, sure enough, two large wings emerged from the mud.
“It is a dinosaur,” said someone when the head and the body became visible.
“It is our god!” chanted the natives.
“It is Archaeopteryx, the original bird,” said a scientist.
“Not that original,” corrected the chief scientist. “Archaeopteryx is the transition between dinosaurs and modern birds. Unfortunately, the atmosphere of the earth is not conducive to his species anymore.”
“Maybe it is here because the atmosphere is already changing,” another scientist, whose preoccupation was the climate change, surmised.
“No, no, no,” cried the natives. “You don’t understand. It is a sign of trouble. It is a sign of the times.”
The Archaeopteryx bird, now in its full form, hopped off the island and stood on the rocks of the ring around the island.
“Hahaha!” It sang. “I’m the harbinger of something.”
“A talking bird?” The chief scientist was flabbergasted. “We must let the authorities. This must be investigated.”
“No need,” answered the Archaeopteryx. “I arose to warn you.”
“To warn us of what?” Another scientist asked.
Archaeopteryx spread its wings wide and cackled. “2020 is very near. Beware! Be very wary!”
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Note:  So this ended up as a 2020 joke. Sorry! This is what you get from an unbridled imagination, if you ask me to imagine stuff.
For: "Space Blog Group"
Prompt: Thrive. Grow. Inspire. Uplift. Use these words in your Blog entry today.
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It is said that some people survive chaos and even grow. Then, others thrive in chaos, because chaos is all they know. Whichever way I look at it, I see that the world needs our happiness. Happiness in one person uplifts the others and inspires imitations, eventually becoming widespread.
So, what, if those things we hoped would happen didn’t happen! Get a cup of coffee or tea and sip, waiting what’s in for you as a surprise instead of what you hoped for. You never know, it may be even better than what you hoped for.
Even if it’s worse, ponder over its quality of surprise or shock. Then, walk away from what is negative as everything in this life fades quickly, everything: the colors of the sunset, the blooms on the rosebushes, even our blindness to the ethereal quality of our days. Look around and be happy even if the beauty only stays in dreams. There’s always something, even a tiny thing, to be happy about.
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