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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.

David Whyte


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

July 5, 2017 at 12:27am
July 5, 2017 at 12:27am
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Prompt: "To see the summer sky is poetry, though never in a book it lie-true poems flee." Write your thoughts about this.

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I think these lines point to the importance of perspective, how we look at things. Sometimes the poetic beauty of a summer sky is impossible to reflect in its total meaning into any writing or a visual art piece. Thus, even in the best of poetry books or any other writing, the real poetry escapes for its truth lies in the first glimpse or vision of nature that we experience.

This, in fact, is a sliver of a riddle by Emily Dickinson possibly embedded in a letter to Thomas Wentworth Higginson, who was a correspondent, advisor, and editor to Emily Dickinson. Higginson and Dickinson had shared interests in language and nature, and Dickinson read everything Higginson wrote and admired him. Theirs was a friendship through letters only. It is believed that Dickinson took Higginson’s metaphors and restyled and condensed them and, then, sent them back to him as subtle flattery. These lines, therefore, are abstract, elusive in meaning, and conceivably pointing to the repercussion of Dickinson's reading something by Higginson.


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