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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"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.
February 13, 2016 at 4:47pm February 13, 2016 at 4:47pm
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Prompt:
Roses: What Color Should You Give and How Many? Tell us about the first time you received roses or gave someone roses? How did you feel?
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I can’t remember the first time because my family, the one I grew up in, is rose-crazy. Everyone gives roses to everyone, even to little kids after removing the thorns. Roses have a spiritual meaning to them.
My husband used to bring me pink roses at first. Then with the birth of our second son, they turned red. I never asked him the reason for the color change. I figure, better leave well enough alone. My second son’s birthday is February 12. While still in the hospital, he brought a large bouquet of red roses, causing other new mothers tease me with all kinds of jokes.
Now every year, I get red roses, not on Valentine’s Day, but on my son’s birthday. Go figure! Valentine’s Day, however, brings to his mind candy, which is usually chocolate which is for sharing. I am not complaining. Who’d complain of chocolate!
I guess all colors look good with roses. I like large bouquets with all colors in them. On the other hand, I know a woman who demands(!) one single red rose from her partner as a show of affection. As they say, to each her own.
Enjoy Valentine’s Day, tomorrow, everyone!
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