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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.
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Daily Cascade #1088998 added May 9, 2025 at 12:00pm Restrictions: None
Each Day
Prompt:
Have fun with these words: passion, wit, common, celebration, information, extraordinary, and mystical.
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Each Day
no throne, no crown, no grand decree
I'm here being just only me, going on
a *mystical and mindful path
that opens up each day without
a wrath, nothing *extraordinary and,
this to me, isn't *momentary, but
in quiet *celebration, I gather
*information and in crowded rooms,
I stand in my fashion, with *passion
and *wit, maybe just a tad split,
no *common doubts, no chained frame
since I've traded fear for inner flame
for I'm the path, the fire, the throne
my each day is a gift, I'm not alone
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