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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.
November 4, 2025 at 12:20pm November 4, 2025 at 12:20pm
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Prompt: Coffee
"Why, yes, I could start my day without coffee. But I like being able to remember things like how to say words and put on pants."
Nanea Hoffman
How important is coffee in your daily life?
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Coffee isn't supposed to be important at all in my daily life because my doctors have cruelly banned it. Banned or not, I like coffee. There is no denying that. I found out, however, despite the ban, I can put on my pants just fine. I don't know about words, though. That question is for the people who hear me talk. On the other hand, after the ban, I tend to forget the names of a few things, like places and people that I haven't made contact for some time.
It isn't only me missing the coffee, however. It may just be that coffee is missing me, too. It must be missing my deep dive into geography and flavor. After all, during the times when I was allowed to drink coffee, I knew the taste difference between the naturally processed coffee from Brazil and the washed out Ethiopian one.
Instead of my friendly interest, nowadays, the baristas have elevated making coffee to an art form, as if the coffee-drinkers are seeing beauty instead of comfort and taste when they are stressed. These new methods of making coffee, even in the middle of our local mall, suggest an new layer of importance: identity formation, turning coffee into a social lubricant.
But I mustn't blame the new methods. Originally, the coffee houses were the places for social gatherings, too, and there is no denying that. It was where writers, inventors, and adventurers shared their ideas and stories. A coffee house, then, was something like a pub, but without the booze. Even today, nobody ever says to an old friend they meet on the street, "Let's grab a glass of water. " They say, "Let's grab a cup of coffee and talk."
In short, coffee is not just a beverage; it is a catalyst, an anchor, and a daily benediction, and I miss it. And between us, I cheat the doctors once in a while, like right now, while I sip from my cup.
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As far as continued imbibing of that delicious beverage is concerned - you go, girl (but at a level unlikely to prematurely remove your valued presence from our own).
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