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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Daily Cascade
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas " became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one.
Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.
January 17, 2025 at 12:55pm January 17, 2025 at 12:55pm
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Prompt:
Have fun with these words: sudden, tepid, intervention, brown, despised, gateway, and creature.
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Who says I can't try writing horror !
What If From a Gateway...
a *sudden crack in our *brown earth's seam
a *tepid whisper in the breeze of a dream
an ancient *gateway, now again revealed
with secrets *despised and power concealed
and the guardian awoke, eyes hollow and deep
as a *creature, rising from timeless sleep
it moaned an *intervention, or a warning clear
"Go and fix things!" I heard, despite my fear
then, the creature grew still and world turned gray
and his shadow danced in the fading day
was this a promise of fortune—or my doom,
for in that portal, the unknown did loom,
so I slowly stepped back and turned away
the choice was mine at the end of the day
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