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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: What does the sky look like today? How does it make you feel?
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Right now, at 12.06 p.m., the sky is clear blue with a fluffy white dot on the horizon, a fluffy cumulus cloud I believe. It looks pretty but like all pretty things it is misleading, tricky, and illusory. The reason is, it is hot out, 95 degrees now and the temp will probably rise more during the next few hours. It goes to show that one shouldn't equate beauty with trustworthiness.
When it comes to trustworthiness, our South Florida sky is a stage for dramatic weather events. Sometimes, sudden ostentatious afternoon thunder storms erupt here with an impressive power. Yet, that's only the beginning of it. The rumble of a passing cloud and thunder is nothing compared to what the coming seasons, late summer and early fall, might bring. Yes, I'm talking of hurricanes loaded with tornadoes inside them. So here in Florida, we start worrying when mid-June arrives. Well, at least I do.
While nature can be theatrical here with all its fury, possibly after July 15, it is also very pretty with the early morning and late evening skies. Sunrise and sunset arrive with humidity over the low-lying land, scattering the sunlight and creating lovely displays of color with oranges, pinks, and purples bleeding into one another.
So right now, it is only midday and the beauty of the blue is out there, above me, but then, I know better. I know not to be fooled by beautiful things, mesmerizing though they may be.
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