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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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Prompt:
China Hutch, Roses, Rain, Pearls and Crystals.
Use these words in Blog Prompt today.
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In Memory
Memory blooms in a humble hush, while I
stare at the old *China-Hutch in the corner,
laced with dust, lacking my mother's touch,
as in it *crystals glint while the sunlight slips,
and in my mind, I see, still, the sweet smile on
her porcelain lips, at *roses on the window sill
and her *pearls always worn with grace, and to
my wedding once, now rest in a velvet case,
wrapping my world inside their fragile place,
and the lush *rain taps fast on the glass,
to whisper of my childhood and times passed
while memory blooms in a humble hush.
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