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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.
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Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
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This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.
February 13, 2019 at 12:33pm February 13, 2019 at 12:33pm
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Prompt: "As we said goodbye late that afternoon, I thought: Don't go, I want you in my life. And in a sense, she didn't go." Write a poem or anything you want about a friend who made you feel this way.
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To My Best Friend
When we were kids, you said,
“All I want is to paint,”
and I said,
“All I want is to write.”
You said, “I paint, and
you write, such great combination,”
but life is a home with many rooms
a different décor in each
and we got lost in different quarters
trying to be unpredictable,
although going with the flow,
and how fragile
were the wishes
of youth!
Now that the years have fled,
you’ve begun to paint
I’ve begun to write,
untangling ourselves slowly
from that home with many rooms,
at the start of whatever comes next,
and we both sing to each other
in our secret language
feeling our connection.
from miles apart.
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