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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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Everyday Canvas #837772 added January 3, 2015 at 7:52pm
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Night Routine
As if it’s a stage
I walk into the porch
to lock the sliding porch doors
to see if a varmint drilled
a hole in the mesh
caging in the pool area, but
the varmints have been behaving lately
and the blanket of dark blue sky
has turned even darker.
Pretending my to-do list
now had to be complete,
I go inside the house,
like each tired woman
thinking the same thoughts
of squeezing everything
inside the ticking of the clock.
Still, the night flourishes
perfectly fine,
alone with hubby,
some TV, and reading,
commonplace, but
as if poetry,
as if slow dancing in the dark,
as if routine is the best thing invented,
wrong not to have one,
and I wouldn’t change a thing
because there are
no empty seats in my life.
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Prompt: Tell us about your night routine. What is one thing you could never imagine changing about it? |
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