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 #1097008 added September 9, 2025 at 2:01pm Restrictions: None
Impressions
Prompt: Autumn Impressions
"Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground."
Andrea Gibson
Write about what this quote brings to your mind?
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This quote brought to my mind nothing about autumn, but the dual love and curiosity I feel for life and death.
To love life is an instinct hardwired into the very core of my existence, such as the sun's kiss on my skin, the laughter bubbling up from a baby, the warmth of my sons' hands in mine. It is the taste of my favorite foods, the thrill of discovering new things, the quiet comfort of my family even those who are far away, and the fierceness and determination of purpose I feel when I start a new task. Life, then, is a kaleidoscope of sensations, emotions, and connections as they paint my days with meaning.
I can't say I love death, since I haven't experienced it yet; however, I have a fascination, morbid though it may be, with its timing, and a deep, quiet acceptance of it, some feeling almost tender, since I imagine it to be an achievement of a different kind of freedom and (I hope) possibly a more complete way of being. I suspect or can imagine death to be not as an end but as a transformation, something important to life, as if its life's partner in a lively dance. It is the turning of a leaf from green to gold, its eventual return to the earth to nourish new growth. Death gives life its poignant urgency and its preciousness.
My dual respect and love is not a contradiction, nor is it pessimism. It is something that offers wisdom and harmony as if a light shining brightly against a backdrop of shadows. Then, doesn't music need its silences? Doesn't the brightness of the sunlight give its place to the calming of the moonlight?
I think, therefore, to love life as well as death is to love existence wholly, beautifully, and without reservation. It is to be truly, utterly alive, until the very last breath, and beyond.
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