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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 #865070 added November 3, 2015 at 11:25pm
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Imaginary Friend
Prompt: Many of us had imaginary friends as children. If your imaginary friend grew up beside you, what would his or her life be like today?
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I was an only child. I did have an imaginary friend out of the blue when I was a toddler until maybe to the age of about three or four, but my mother worried about me having such a nonexistent friend or maybe about me losing it. So she made sure that the girl who lived at the end of our street about a year older than me came and played with me some of the time. I still wanted my imaginary friend more, but my mother told me he wasn’t real. So he disappeared into the blue from where he had come.
I do believe that imaginary friend is a part of me now. If he were to be alive today and separate from me, I wouldn’t know what his life would be like, but I somehow felt that my friend in my imagination to be always with me throughout my life, and any problem I had, he helped me to solve it if I slept on it.
It is well known that children play pretend games and interact with their toys as if they are alive. Some of the children also create an invisible friend through their imagination. Whatever we humans imagine is also a part of us, sometimes a part of us unknown even to ourselves. We writers know that when we freeflow. What pops up even surprises us.
Thus, an imaginary friend is just that: imaginary. If he were to come alive, his magic would be lost.
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