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: Have fun with these words- subitaneous, reflect, address, wave, fuss, restrict, key, waist, and chronography
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Doing My Best
I write, I try, I do my best
to *address the heart within my chest
then, a *subitaneous *wave rolls by,
I can't stop to worry or question why
I try to *reflect, to still the *fuss
for clocks *restrict what's left of us
I tie a tight belt around my *waist,
to slow the march, to savor the taste
of *chronography and days past,
the hours are *keys for moments to last
so, for the heart within my chest
I write, I try, I do my best
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