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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 #1093229 added July 11, 2025 at 11:14am
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On Naps
“I drifted into a summer nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicada lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.” —Terri Guillemets
Prompt: Let's talk about naps. Do you take naps? Do you feel they're beneficial or not? When you do sleep does it have to be quiet or do the sounds of summer lull you into sleep?
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If naps can be considered a relationship, naps and me have stopped seeing each other close to eight decades, since my mother always claimed that I never took a nap after two years of age or so.
As to naps being beneficial, I guess they must be for some, but possibly not for everyone, since each person's body works differently, although the medical profession still works with the "one for all" motto. Then, I wouldn't bet on my opinion on this either. I've had a love and hate relationship with today's handling of the craft and knowledge of medicine by today's medical professionals, so I might be biased one way or the other.
On the other hand, recently--since about four years or so, I am finding myself dozing off on my seat while reading, especially if the reading material has begun boring me. But this dozing off is only for a second or two, and I know better not to go on with reading the same thing ever again. During my younger years, even the slightly younger ones, I wouldn't think about not finishing any reading. I read everything in those days. Now, if I've dozed off, that reading is canceled for good. I mean, after all, I've realized that life is limited to its years and I won't be the one to crowd it with uninteresting stuff.
About the quote, by the way, it is a beauty. It reads like a poem. I especially like the "cicada lullaby" as opposed to "thunder." Still as beautiful sounding as the quote is, it doesn't say much about me and my non-existent napping.
A Nap Haiku
sunlight streams and fades,
precious hours melt away, lost,
waking, still undone.
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