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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.
August 16, 2019 at 11:51pm August 16, 2019 at 11:51pm
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Prompt: If you were to describe yourself as a tree, what kind of tree would you be? What do you see as your life cycle as a tree?
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Since I have difficulty to see me as a tree, I'll write about the kind of tree I'd love to be.
I would love to be an oak to supply acorns to cute squirrels. I like to see things from a distance but with everything surrounding them, and certainly, an oak has the larger view, especially from its top branches.
In addition, oaks are deep-rooted and they can exist in clusters or as lone trees, and they hold their place, come rain or shine. I like my aloneness but I can also relate to people. In fact, I love people.
An oak also casts a great shadow, sheltering other living things from the rays of the scorching sun in summer, and it provides a home for birds and feeds the earth it stands on with its fallen leaves turning to mulch underneath. All in all, an oak loves life and living things, and so do I.
Several decades ago, our house in another state had a large backyard with about 200 oak trees, an apple orchard, and several other kinds of trees. It used to be my favorite place to live. There, I fell in love with the oaks, with their resilience, their regal bodies, and limbs with unassuming colors, only to be adorned with green in spring.
We had a couple of hurricanes hitting the state, then. Although we lost a few other trees, none of the oaks fell. They were resistant and hardy. I think those are excellent qualities to wish for.
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August 16, 2019 at 3:23pm August 16, 2019 at 3:23pm
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Do you still keep a personal journal? How is it different from your blog, or are the two connected in some way?
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I wish I could keep to that journal all the time. I used to keep one until I got married. Then, for several reasons, I stopped. I wish I hadn’t. I lost so much material because of it. Now, I write in a physical personal journal every once in a while, but I am not good with it. I think in the bottom of my hesitancy lies the fact that after I die, the journal will stay and some people may be hurt reading what I say.
As to my journal’s relationship with my blog, there is no relationship there. In the blog, I answer to prompts and I try to evade personal stuff, although I am totally honest with what I write.
Prompt: What have you learned from blogging?
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I don’t know if I learned anything, but it is fun to see how each blogger responds to the same prompt. We are all different and our experiences are different, too. This makes the answers varied and interesting.
I am guessing because I try to answer all the prompts and I usually write in a rush, my writing is gaining speed even if a form of triteness together with it; however, I am not complaining since my expression used to be more didactic, which I wanted to shake off.
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