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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. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
CHARLIE CHAPLIN


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Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.

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This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.

October 1, 2015 at 12:54pm
October 1, 2015 at 12:54pm
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Autumn and Halloween

Prompt: October 1. Autumn and Halloween. Do you decorate for autumn and Halloween? Do you enjoy autumn?

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I used to love autumn when we lived where autumn was. Where I now live autumn is green like any other season. This, too, has its desirable points, but without the colorful leaves floating in the air and the slightly pinching cold one welcomes after a hot summer. I loved autumn then, even though my allergies were worst in that season.

The same is true of Halloween. I decorated our place with a lot more care when I had my children home than I do nowadays. Now I only hang a small witch on the front door and buy candy for the few kids who show up, trick or treating.

"AutumnOpen in new Window.

floating from the sky
scarlet leaves of bitterness
soon the harvest moon

shrill wild geese in flight
the brook sluggish like the sap
gold turns sepia

horse chestnuts rolling
over vermilion piles
on the rusty lawn

with final farewells
a lonely heart, breaking in
the bare arms of oaks

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Non-Prompt:

To Dream in Fiction

At nights, I love holding my Kindle and reading before I fall asleep. I also enjoy my dreams when the stories I read conspire to flood them. Finding myself as part of a fictional world is so awesome while I sleep.

What doesn’t penetrate into my dreams is my make-shift tent over the Kindle to subtract the excess light, because I don’t want to wake up my husband who is extremely light sensitive.

The tent is composed of an old sturdy VHS tape cover that opens like a book and a tee-shirt. Inside VHS tape cover, I secure the Kindle with two sturdy elastic bands. This forms the frame over which I drape a thick cotton, extra-large, black tee-shirt. One-half of the shirt also covers my head. I leave a tiny opening on one side for air, and I am off to my fictional world, which will later infiltrate my dreams.


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