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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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Everyday Canvas
"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
CHARLIE CHAPLIN
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
David Whyte
This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.
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Prompt: Imperfection~ in things, in people, in places add character to life. Tell us about an imperfection that you cherish.
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Flaws, asymmetries, and quirks...don't they lend depth and charm to our lives and relationships? This may be because perfection can be intimidating while imperfections mean authenticity, sincerity, and acceptance.
In people some imperfections make each person unique and fascinating. Those imperfections hide in our quirks, vulnerabilities, and idiosyncrasies. A crooked smile, a nervous laugh, or a distinctive accent can be a loveable trait to draw people to us.
As to places, a crowded city with a maze of narrow and wide streets and old and new architecture captures the beauty and evolution of human life. Yet, a cottage on the countryside among wildflowers has the charm of simplicity and serenity.
On physical objects, each scratch or mark carries the signs of life and history of vintage furniture, for example. This is because some imperfections add character and sometimes a story.
A case in point, the chipped mug I still have, which my late husband used to drink from, has a such sentimental value! The chip happened when it slipped from my hand and hit the side of the kitchen counter, but the mug remained intact, except for a very tiny chip on its side at the bottom. Hubby had joked, "Never mind, I'll like it even more now...it's a proof for resilience." Such a grand acceptance to celebrate the clumsy me and this chipped mug! It was as if rejoicing the imperfect nature of life with its unpredictability and impermanence. I'll never forget him or throw away this mug.
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