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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 #854413 added July 15, 2015 at 11:53am Restrictions: None
“Mem'ries,..Light the corners of my mind…"
Prompt: Which good memories are better-the recent and vivid ones or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?
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This prompt makes me want to sing. I can think of three memories songs. There is that memory song from the Cats, then those most of the youngsters here won’t know or remember: the one Elvis crooned strumming his guitar and the other Barbara Streisand sang way back when in the movie, The Way We Were.
As an aside, no need to run for the hills, you can’t hear me sing through my laptop. Even if you could by some fancy programming trick, I have the sound off, since computer beep beeps annoy me.
Coming back to the subject of memories, for me, the answer to the question is: it depends on the kind of the memory. I cherish some memories from my dinosaur years that time cannot “cover in a sweet haze.” Then I have some recent good or good enough memories that do have some kind of a mesh or sometimes a tarp thrown over them.
It is been said that, if moments feel like they are fleeting way too fast, memories gain permanence, which means most cherished memories stay bright through time. This may be true for me, but I am not sure it is true for everyone else; after all memory is a complex system and a brain function. Fact is, I can’t ever vouch for my memory simply because, when someone sends me a review of something I wrote many years ago, I have to check and re-read the stuff, and at times, that text is totally foreign. 
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