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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.

April 8, 2023 at 10:52am
April 8, 2023 at 10:52am
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Prompt: “A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, A cloud, and a rainbow's warning, Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue– An April day in the morning.”


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Where I am, this April morning is humid and hot. The kind of exquisite mornings the quote hints at, I said goodbye to those in February.

Although, at this time on 10:36 in the morning--according to the time on my laptop--I still have the doors and windows open, to air the house, and in another half-hour to an hour, I'll have to close everything and turn on the AC, since it is very humid today and the temp may hit high 80s or even a 90 something.

Yet, I remember April mornings of long ago in LI, NY, when we lived with our children in a house with a two-acre yard filled with oak trees and bird songs and perfect blue skies. But life goes on. Now my grown-up children have their own homes and lives, and I am left here by myself, although nothing's too bad, and I can't complain of the weather since the warmer climate is good for arthritis and its co-dwellers in my body.

So, I may go out on the porch in a little while and expose my knees to the direct beams of the sun to get the best kind of vitamin D3.






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