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
"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
CHARLIE CHAPLIN
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
David Whyte
This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.
December 22, 2023 at 12:50pm December 22, 2023 at 12:50pm
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Prompt:
Have fun with these words: boot, lamb, mutual, discreet, letter, main, and volunteer.
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One breezy fall morning, May Marty found a *letter from her neighbor Sam slipped under her front door.
The letter said:
"Dear May,
I have a proposal that might interest you. For the Holiday celebrations our town is planning next month, we're looking for *volunteers to organize and coordinate various activities. You're organized and *discrete and this makes you an ideal candidate for helping us.
If you agree, please come to the old oak tree by the river tomorrow at noon. Wear your best pair of *boots, as we might have to get a bit dirty.
Looking forward to seeing you.
Sam
The next day, May put on her sturdy boots and made her way toward the river. Sam was by the oak tree, waiting for her with several other neighbors of theirs.
Together, they set to work organizing activities and made plans under the old oak tree as a playful little *lamb from a nearby farm joined them.
Finally, the day of the celebration arrived and the town square buzzed with excitement with the delicious aroma of freshly baked goods and other food.
Later, in the quiet of the evening, as they stood by the river, Sam turned to May and said, "Thank you for volunteering. This *main event wouldn't have been the same without you."
May said, "Our efforts were *mutual, but I would have volunteered even if I didn't know you or got a letter from you."
Sam and May looked down at their boots and exchanged smiles, both knowing well that the smallest gestures and collaborations could create a most significant impact in a close-knit neighborhood like theirs.
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