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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!
Daily Cascade
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas Open in new Window. became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one.


Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.


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October 2, 2025 at 12:08pm
October 2, 2025 at 12:08pm
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Prompt:
Have you ever bought something because you felt sorry for it but you secretly wanted it? Write about this in your Blog entry today.


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If I remember correctly, I never felt sorry for anything I ever bought. Once I bought a whole lot of grapefruit at a sale in a local fair because I felt sorry for the old man selling it. The people were passing him by, and paying much more attention to other vendors. That poor old man was sitting under the sun, perspiring like crazy. So I bought all his grapefruit, which turned out to be sweet, juicy, and excellent, nothing like I could get in the local Publix.

Then, being me, if I secretly want something, I'll probably buy it if I have the means. If not, I'll forget about it.

The only other thing that comes to my mind is my last cat. My son said he was going to take Noche, their old cat, to the shelter because she wasn't getting along with the other cat and their huge dog, and as the result, she was thrashing their house. So I asked him to bring Noche to me, instead. He agreed, but only on a temporary basis because he didn't want her to mess my house, too.

Well, it wasn't temporary. Moreover, Noche learned or reverted to better behavior in a very short time and I fell in love with her, the weirdo cat! But so cute and loving, too! Unfortunately, she passed away suddenly last year from a heart attack. She was sixteen. Although I've had other cats at different times, Noche is still in my heart and in my cellphone and other devices, in numerous photos.




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