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.
February 2, 2024 at 10:59am February 2, 2024 at 10:59am
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Prompt:
“Groundhog found fog. New snows and blue toes. Fine and dandy for Valentine candy. Snow spittin'; if you're not mitten-smitten, you'll be frostbitten! By jing-y feels spring-y." ― The Old Farmer's Almanac
Try your hand at a rhyming poem about February. Have fun!
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Hahaha! Not that we have a snowy February where I live, but here's something rhyming.
in my quiet world, all is still
yet bare trees summon the chill,
silent snowflakes touch my face
in February’s frosty embrace,
a leap year on display,
Cupid’s arrow goes astray,
lovers' hearts' start to sway,
but chocolate kisses save the day
shortest month, with days so few,
a moment is like a morning dew,
winter’s grip soon begins to ease,
a hint of warmth leading the breeze.
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