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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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Everyday Canvas #853341 added July 4, 2015 at 4:59pm Restrictions: None
Free-Flow
Prompt: Create me something-- anything using these words: Heat wave, bubbly, laughter, red, white, blue and fire fighter. Pick some or use them all but let your creativity take you where ever.
Nothing endures. Heat wave steals our stamina with bubbly laughter, until it fades into the darkness of a fire-fighter night. The astral lights, their purposes unknown, wilt to frail colors and are swallowed by black holes. As obstinately as my hands push away the years, they too will give up before the last act.
Except those jubilant drums and the red, white, and blue candles and their light that suddenly burst glittering in the sky, no matter how fatigued and how messy our fights get. |
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