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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.
August 11, 2023 at 11:47am August 11, 2023 at 11:47am
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Prompt: Use these words in your entry today: reticent, preen, wiggle, jiggle, giggle and dance floor.
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Hahaha! The clock chimes for one of my silly stories!
On the bustling Broadway Avenue, beneath the neon lights and pulsating beats, there was a hidden gem of a dance club known as "Rhythm Haven." Every night, the dance floor would come alive with many people, each with their own story to tell.
One evening, a reticent young woman named Lynne arrived at Rhythm Haven. She was always drawn to the magic of dance, but her shyness kept her from fully embracing it. Tonight, though, she had decided it was time for a change.
As Lynne stepped onto the dance floor, the music pulsed in her ears as its rhythm coursed through her and she began to sway and wiggle, even if at first, her movements were hesitant, like a delicate bird testing its wings.
On the dance floor was also Niko who knew Lynne from work. He couldn't resist the opportunity to encourage Lynne. So with a dramatic flourish, he executed jiggles and elaborate dance moves to catch Lynne's eye and Lynne giggled when she saw Niko's antics, and she began dancing with him.
Their joy was contagious as it drew others onto the dance floor, too, making it turn into a stage where people preened and pirouetted and were lost in the music of the moment.
The magic of that night at Rhythm Haven lingered in Lynne's heart long after the last notes had faded. She had discovered and encouraged a side of herself she never knew to have existed. Even better than that, she had discovered a lifelong friend, Niko, who had encouraged her to step into a world where she could be who she was meant to be; herself.
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