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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 #1094510 added August 1, 2025 at 12:38pm Restrictions: None
Package in the Wind
Prompt:
Have fun with these words: departure, discrimination, stall, dine, earthquake, look, dynamic and shoulder.
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"Package in the Wind"
I blinked at the photo of an alien door, with
my package, and instead, "*Departure made,
then delivered," the screen said
No box, no note, no beep, no sign
No chance tonight that I can *dine
Not here but a phantom clear and Amazon's
chatbox offered a *dynamic cheer, not a real kiss,
and not why the delivery had to *stall and miss
No box, no note, no beep, no sign
No chance tonight that I can *dine
I took a quick *look for its place while neighbors
gave a "shoulder to my case, a *discrimination
cruel, as if an *earthquake shook the place
No box, no note, no beep, no sign
No chance tonight that I can *dine.
I pace the floor, thoughts turn black for I feel
the lack, but still cope and hope, in rain or sleet,
my package and I shall soon meet.
No box, no note, no beep, no sign
No chance tonight that I can *dine.
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Here's What Happened:
True Story.
I ordered a package from Amazon, as I always do. and I'll be fair and say that Amazon has never disappointed me before.
The email I received as "delivered" has the photo of an alien doorway, not mine. And as much as I tried, I couldn't get through to Amazon. I'm still waiting and hoping that the people who live in the house with that door the package was delivered to will either bring it to me or send it back to Amazon.
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