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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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December 25, 2025 at 1:51pm December 25, 2025 at 1:51pm
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Prompt:
What did you do Christmas Eve? Write about this in your Blog entry today.
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Not much to write about. My Christmas Eve had nothing to do with Tennyson's calling for renewal in his Christmas Eve poem, "Ring out, wild bells." At my age, I'd be worried about any renewals or bells ringing.
On the plus side, since my family is scattered all over the world, we had a nice group chat on Messenger. My younger son came and went and checked on my new home security system, his gift. Not that I need one, but my sons wanted me to have it. Maybe I can put up signs on the doors, saying, "Smile, you're on candid camera!"
Then, I went to bed as usual right after supper, which me going to bed means reading and doing puzzles until midnight or later. This is my down time and I appreciate it. Btw, someone said, "Time doesn't exist when you're reading in bed. It's just a pleasant void of endless chapters."
Pleasant void it is, and as to time, I have no sense of it. But that is a good thing. It makes me to forget all the years I lived up to now. I wonder if this is what happens when us, the oldest chunk of society, starts losing "it."
So, I hope everyone had a great Xmas Eve and may we all keep on reading and writing in the new year; that is, after we've mastered the new ways of WdC. 
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