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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 #894451 added October 13, 2016 at 10:22pm Restrictions: None
Summer and the Black Kitten
Prompt: Did you get to do everything you wanted to do this summer? What things didn't you get done that you wanted to do?
During any summer, I don’t get much done, anyway. It is just too hot where I live, even with air conditioning. The only thing I did more this year was writing and reviewing for the GOT games. Other than that, I did what I usually do. Nothing more, possibly somewhat less.
Prompt: You find a white pumpkin, orange pumpkin, and a little black kitten on your steps. A message is attached to the kitten's collar. Who are they from? Do you accept the gifts? Do they change your life? Write this any way you want. Be nice to the kitten.
I love black kittens. My son has a black cat who was the cutest kitten once.
As to this little kitten, I can hardly read what is written inside the message attached to her collar since I am not wearing my reading glasses at the moment. I go inside to get my glasses and when I return, the kitten is sitting on top of the white pumpkin. It is such a cute sight that now I have to go back inside to get my camera.
When I come back, the kitten is now off the pumpkin but she is playing peek-a-boo running behind one pumpkin then the other. Maybe she is camera-shy. I give up on the photo shoot and carry both pumpkins inside, and the kitten follows me. I sit down on the nearest chair and pick the kitten up.
I can now read the message. It says, “Please keep this kitten. The pumpkins are gifts for keeping her. Please do not separate the three. The pumpkins last forever and the kitten will keep you good company as long as you live, but if you don’t keep her, we cannot promise what those pumpkins will turn into.”
A threat? But they didn’t have to threaten me. I am already in love with this kitten. I bet with those two magical pumpkins and this tiny black kitten, we’ll have a great time.
Except, I haven’t yet figured out where to put those pumpkins on my broom when I go flying with the kitty on my lap.
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