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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 #1109020 added February 22, 2026 at 3:18pm
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Fantasy World? Ours?
Prompt: Fantasy World
Do you have a favorite fantasy world such as from a book, movies or maybe, a game? Describe such a world or describe our world the way you wish it to be.
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Truth is, the way I see it, our world seems like a dark fantasy, today. Still, it may gain its light again. I'm crossing my fingers for that to happen. Certainly, the difference between “reality” and “fantasy” is often not magic itself, but how we see and shape what is possible. So there's hope. There has to be hope.
Inside that hope is the technology; although at this stage, I fear it, and at times, I'm at a loss in using it. Yet, one day we may be able to heal diseases with light, grow cities that float, or travel beyond our solar system as easily as we cross oceans today. Even if, our world may never grow dragon wings or have crystal towers overnight, surely, our imagination and wonder will take us far.
Anyhow, I think, if we chose creativity, art, and storytelling as central structures, and not side luxuries, our cities might be built not only for function but also for beauty.
Then the real magic in any fantasy isn't those spells but the courage, loyalty, sacrifice, and transformation, with kindness becoming natural and ordinary. So, I'm going to imagine that: Our forests will no longer shrink but will be restored and growing. Cities will not only be of stone and glass, but also will flourish together with living plants and trees and transportation will be efficient but will not pollute the air. Since we'll have healed them, the oceans will be sparkling clean.
As to us humans, our children will learn dream-craft in addition to the curriculum, so they can invent, imagine, and design their future. The elderly will become wisdom-keepers and not sidelined as excess baggage.
I certainly believe that magic is not in wands and spells but in reality. In this reality, magic can be :
* A cure for a once-incurable disease.
* A device that translates any language instantly.
* Energy drawn cleanly from sun and wind.
* Loneliness reduced because connection will be effortless.
Looking from a different angle, I believe our world is a fantasy world, even now, this minute, if we choose to see it that way. Just watch it: The Aurora Borealis is already like sorcery. Deep-sea life and its creatures already look far-out and invented. Then, doesn't a newborn’s heartbeat already feel like a miracle?
Maybe the question isn’t if this world can become a fantasy world, but if we are willing to participate in its transformation for the better.
It may just be possible. In any case, I think so. I hope so!
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