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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."
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Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
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This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.

August 4, 2016 at 3:15pm
August 4, 2016 at 3:15pm
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Prompt: A girl sitting alone on a rock at the edge of the woods jumps when she hears...... You take it from here.

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A girl sitting alone on a rock at the edge of the woods jumps up when she hears a wail and a grunt. She smells something like wet wool. A bear! She knows the smell through her experience as once-upon-a-time park ranger. A bear in trouble. She’s sure of that.

She freezes where she is and squints through the trees until she makes out the brownish-golden fur. She picks up her backpack and runs to help the bear, but what a hoot! The bear wasn’t in any trouble. It was a frame-up to draw her way into the woods, so the bear could do whatever bears can do to humans. She knows it from the grin she sees in the bear’s face. She reaches into her bag and throws at the bear what’s left of her half-package of Wonder Bread.

And wonder of all wonders, the bear catches the Wonder bread and turns its back and hustles deeper into the trees. Now, this is no commercial for Wonder Bread, but my generation knows only the Wonder Bread as the prime brand, and I am not even sure it is on the market anymore. Plus, it must have been a friendly bear because she swears as the bear went deeper into the woods, it paused for a second and gave her a wave.

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