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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 #889764 added August 11, 2016 at 4:26pm Restrictions: None
Olympic Event and Taj Mahal
Prompt: What Olympic Event would you like to have a Gold Medal in?
Do they give medals for reading? I guess not as it is not an Olympic Event but rather a solitary one.
I like watching the swimming and the running, but I wouldn’t want to participate in either one, unless of course, they might count the performances in years instead of seconds.
On the other hand, we just had a few Olympic events here in WdC, with GOT--courtesy of you know who, (I don’t want to tag her here,)--and I am still recovering from it, although it was a great run for all of us and I am so proud of my team Florent.
Making up for the prompts I didn’t answer in July
Day 850 July 6, 2016
Megan’s Prompt: Arts Earth Spirit Education Use these words any way you want in today's entry.
Taj Mahal
No point in this trip, I thought,
who would really want to see
a huge dome, royally surrounded
by four others, in the name of
Arts and Education?
A grave after all, and I detest cemeteries
their wide spaces in between mounds
with green grass covering the earth,
akin to this grassy stretch leading to the tomb
of a lifeless empress who once humbled
others of the harem to bear fourteen children
for her emperor, in splendor.
But, imagine being like her
or even someone of the lowest caste,
a worker, a beggar, a woman, yet only a spirit
still loved by one special man
and entombed for eternity in a heart…
Now, that, I’d really like to see.
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