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.
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Prompt: " An old dog never learns new tricks."
It's a saying I've heard since I was a kid. Is it a truthful thing to say? Can us old dogs really not learn new tricks? or do we just not want to?
Write me a story, poem or rant about it, please!
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In a place nestled among the trees
lived Joe, a dog old and wise and
with clouded eyes, spinning dreams.
Though years had etched memories and
lines, his spirit danced with youthful
flair in the rustling of the autumn air.
However, "As the clock ticks, an old dog
won't learn tricks," they said, but Joe
dreamt high with a twinkle in his eye.
Each day he rose with a hopeful heart
to play his part, to defy the norm,
to frolic and prance and find his form
with new energy, though his limbs creaked,
he stumbled, faltered but never despaired
with patience and grace, he dared and dared.
Resolve and grit became his guide, and
he mastered tricks "stay, stand, jump, fetch,
rollover, circle, and heel," with a feel.
As days went by, to the knowing eyes, Joe with
his doggy grin, showed the hope that cheers
are there to earn, since oldies can still learn.
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Note: Joe was my NewFoundland puppy who lived to age sixteen, almost seventeen, although the vet had said he could only live to eleven. He passed away in 1992,
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