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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Off the Cuff / My Other Journal #543292 added October 21, 2007 at 4:29pm Restrictions: None
Out of the Mouths of Babes
This past Friday evening, Bill Mahr in his HBO show said what worried him most was the environmental issue. It seems the sun’s rays are reflected off the white ice of the North Pole, and even from the time when the movie of Al Gore came out, a good percentage of the ice has melted. Bill Mahr said something like, “Forget the flooding; without the ice, we’ll boil.”
My neighbor says, his eleven year old granddaughter who was visiting him heard this discussion and volunteered a solution. “Why don’t everyone donate their white bed sheets to cover the place instead?” 
Alas! I lucked out with the donation issue. All our sheets are totally in colors and prints.  |
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