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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 #1108934 added February 21, 2026 at 1:35pm Restrictions: None
Diving
Prompt:
Have fun with this sentence-- Excitement replaced fear until the final moment. Poem or story, it's your entry!
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Diving
Mist hovered low
as if the morning
was holding
its breath,
while I stood at the edge of the dock,
my toes curled over splintered wood,
with water stretching before me
like a sheet of quiet glass.
Deep water? What's to be afraid of
but I was...always...of
what I couldn't see
of what might pull me under
in the way a surface hides secrets
like life.
Behind me, I imagined a whisper
"You don't have to do this!"
But what of the times I didn't dare
what of the times I stepped back?
Ahead, the water shimmered
daring me in blue and silver
and my heart knocked against
my ribs, but
not today
"Let caution write its own story."
First step...the hardest...
a shift of weight
the second was easier
like the promise to myself
Then, I ran!
Excitement replaced my fear
and the water rose to meet me
alive, cold, shocking
and I broke through it...
And Wow! I was newly born
surfacing
euphoric...
and I gasped
and grinned at the mist
that was lifting
and at the water still deep
still unknown and unconquered
But so was I.
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True story! Although at my age, I don't dive anymore. 
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