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.
David Whyte
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This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.
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Prompt: What have you done this summer and what do you plan to do before summer ends?
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I live in Florida where it is summer and spring all year long. At this time, it is too hot out, the high nineties to low hundreds and not dry heat, either. Moreover, we have one-or-two-hour storms galore in between the sun’s heat attacks. In fact, we had thunderstorms every day during this last month. Worst time of the year, in fact, where the weather goes.
This last week, I spent most of my time in getting the people to come and fix the stuff from last Wednesday’s storm, technicians from Comcast, AT&T, and the electricians because our house was hit by lightning. The worst part of it all was trying to bypass the companies’ computers to get through to their agents so I could get someone to come to the house. And the hurricane season isn’t in full swing, yet. Go figure!
Most of the time when we have the summer’s heat, no storms, and we avoid going out, I am quite happy. We stay at home and I do my things, basically, read or write and the other stuff as parts of my life. Our house is comfy enough with AC and our things in it, so we are okay. And before the summer ends, I plan to write, read, and stay safe, so I can enjoy the good weather that comes after October or so.
Prompt: Do you have loud noises by your house or are things quiet where you live? Write about this for your Blog entry.
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Where I live is a very quiet neighborhood. My neighbors aren’t noisy. The only noises I hear from the outside are the thunder, maybe an occasional passing car, or the lawn mowers’ and garden tools’ rumbles.
Most of the noises are inside of my house first from the TV that my husband is addicted to. Then it is the house itself that makes all kinds of noises. My house was built during the late 1970s. Then a few years ago, we stayed at a haunted B&B that was built 200 years ago. I swear my house is noisier, and to my knowledge, no one has died in it.
Right now, as I write this, it is thundering again. I unplugged the main outlet that the computers and the internet router are attached to because I am not taking any chances for I don’t want to go through a replica of last week’s frustrations. God knows when I can post it on my blog, today.
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