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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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"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
CHARLIE CHAPLIN


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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
is too small for you.

David Whyte


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This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.

March 29, 2024 at 10:22am
March 29, 2024 at 10:22am
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Prompt:
Please use these words in your entry: weave, cake, inside, outside, ample, reception, and pepper. Have fun.


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Patterns (short story)


Wanda, a *weaver and a tailor, peeked *inside the quaint bakery, where aromas of freshly baked bread and sweet confections intertwined, creating a vision that enveloped the senses. A wedding *cake, meticulously crafted with layers of sponge cake and cream, stood as the centerpiece, its ivory frosting gleaming in the soft light.

*Outside, where the afternoon sun cast a warm glow upon the outdoor reception, guests mingled amid *ample decorations. Wanda mingled among them while congratulating herself for the bride's gown, at its delicate lace pattern *peppered with tiny gems. Her hard work had produced a beauty for the beauty wearing it.

Throughout that afternoon, which stretched into the evening, the wedding and the guests wove a story of love and joy, each moment etching itself into everyone's memories. And in that celebration, amidst the sweetness of cake and the warmth of companionship, Wanda thought that life, too, had its own pattern, much like her own intricate creations woven into many meaningful moments, carefully intertwined.


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