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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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Daily Cascade
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas " 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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November 28, 2025 at 12:15pm November 28, 2025 at 12:15pm
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Prompt:
Can you give human qualities to the night. Have fun!
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Night always accepted and loved herself. No joke! I believe this has to do with her understanding herself well.
Night is honest, too, and if you ever meet her and ask her about your troubles and worries, she'll tell you the truth in her gentle voice, but she is never like those who tell harsh truths in the name of being honest, since Night is compassionate and supportive.
I know this because I've been observing her for years, and with me, years abound.
Yesterday, again, I didn't turn on the lights. I wanted to see Night slip into my world like a quiet guest, brushing past the curtains. She gave me a hug, and then, she stepped out, humming lullabies to our restless street. And, eventually, the lights of my neighbors dimmed one by one, I suppose, together with their worries.
Kind hearted that she is, I heard Night come near my window, again. I stayed put as she leaned in gently to whisper to me, "Rest now, I'll keep watch."
I nodded, but still kept on looking at her as she gathered the stars around her shoulders, even if she knew Dawn would chase her away. But Night didn't mind, ever. She carried her peace with her as she walked on, taking care of the world with her calm, steady heart.
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