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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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Daily Cascade #1100532 added October 31, 2025 at 11:46am Restrictions: None
On the Night of Halloween
Prompt: Have fun with these words: ghosts, spiders, pumpkins, scarecrows. children, moon, vegetation and confrontation.
Just when I thought I had written what little I could come up about Halloween... but this was a lot of fun, and I think I used all the words.
On the Night of Halloween
Under the pale *moon's deception
I stand with hesitation, as *ghosts drift
past candle-eyed *pumpkins; yet, I grin at
*scarecrows standing, arms spread wide,
as I notice the *spiders, in silent motion,
weaving in devotion, for *confrontation
with the flies and *children, wilder now,
acting in elation over the hushed creation
and the *vegetation on the dying fields
sway, bend, and hum an eerie incantation,
making me feel a vague trepidation for this
crazy world haunted by its own narration.
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